in your
kiss..
slipped a plea
to believe
if for just the
moment-
with both eyes
closed
and my fingers clasped
around yours.
poetry
the day fell
like lead curtains,
you endured character
attacks,
so i’ll display
affections
in a meal i made
from scratch,
it won’t resolve work
troubles
but may let you
relax.
the full weight of
your smile,
a chipped and faded
checkered
floor tile,
the stitches from
your belly
laughs-
all that in
a photograph.
a rain kissed
stroll..
past the old
haunt
reminds me why
we moved
and rekindles
wistful
mood.
“these streets aren’t
for people”
you said,
from your crack in
the wall,
i stepped out to
prove you
wrong
to prove i could
still get on
with..
strangers are now
all that i
know.
a conversation
fades..
and pupils
float,
as silence becomes
wedged
deep in our
throats.
life
is brief–
but today’s a never
ending tale..
and details of yesterday
can’t help but
sound stale.
bubbles from
a song–
float over my
brain,
then burst to
produce
refreshing
rain,
whispers in a
dream–
soothe us till
we wake,
please do resolve this
inner ache.
tried to call
you-
trying to reach
me,
both so desperate
to connect
in ways distance
just won’t
reflect.
we were kindling
for a fire..
we knew would dim
by morning
but surrendered
our hearts
gladly
to
the
flames
hands in the garden 
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