Tagged: dream

this is what we made.

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Where I come from there are no
ifs.
There is the ground and the sky
our feet and our hands.

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Blackberry Eyes

You were beside me when I woke.

 

Your eyes reflecting the dark

invisible

except that you moved.

 

I was frozen hot, dripping

with fear, your dry brush legs

tightened like a fist

at my breaths, your body tenses –

We stop.

 

Outside the curtains the Moon

is busy, watching

something rattle through the trash.

 

When you leave, (finally, you leave)

you move like liquid poured

down a dry wall.

All eight legs and eyes

releasing me as you dribble down

into the black,

invisible except that you moved.