braced to your
wing,
wind whipping
skin–
a trust
sheltered within.
rhyme
visible from
shore
are shadows
midst the waves,
as moonlight
holds vigil
over underwater
graves.
upon
dashboard–
i spot lights and
dials to guide
my ride
midst
whispers
from backseat
driver side.
icing sugar powders
window-
lips blow
clearing glass,
as it fogs up
before my
eyes,
she claim clouds
don’t last.
gently grasp my
hand
and drag me
back
to where our sweet
spills freely,
in light of deep
trust–
where we talk through
thoughts that
plague
us.
crystals twinkling
on boughs,
my face breathing
frost..
all over the
room,
as dawn appears
dazzling
to thaw us from
tomb.
i journeyed long
through
hard
to collapse in
your arms,
only to feel them
crumble to
dust..
leaving me
solely
with
wanderlust.
you took to the
winter
just like your
mother
and buried that
face in its
chest,
while i watched
in envy
from warm side of
the window
where my cheek remains
pressed.
let’s spill the
hours
and fill these
eyes
like tears may
bring us
peace..
of mind, we too
shall find
deep rest in slow
release.
comfort in cool
sheets
on a solitary
eve,
praying out the
window,
watching headlights on
highway
blur..
entrances me
to sleep.
hands in the garden 
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