i wanted you undressed
warm and cold and naked
in my arms, feeling the waves
of your soul, your breath
and sometimes a whisper
in my ear, sleep, a dream,
to be so near and so far
as a bird on my hand
and when you wake, your
eyes, sleepy clouds, slowly
clearing giving way to a
smile for the day, for you
and for me. this i wished.
but the past has spilled poison
like a dense curtain.
what we cannot change
now will become future,
dead birds dropping
out of the sky to float
in dark waters towards the sea.
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