through days
of disillusion.
We are pacing,
tracing and retaking
distant traveled paths.
Back and forth,
through the corridors
of our hearts.
I give a piece
and take a breath.
I take a kiss
and bury my face
in the skin
and scent
of you.
Please be strong, and let us dream.
Should it be
allowed;
I lean on someone
other than
me.
I capture each moment,
like butterflies drifting
in my mind.
I trap them in
opaque glasses
of lucid dreams.
Tepid and immeasurable.
Was it today;
or was this only
a thought
unseen.
Did we sit
and wrap
the contents of
our minds
around the
realizations of
each other?
We fold
and bend
like bright
destructible decorations
of packages yet
unopened.
[Sent to the address,
tentatively,
creases in tape
betray my
nerves.]
I cover
and uncover
subconscious myths;
interpretations
of you.
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