how is it a touch
can convey a whole lifetime
without one word said
lovers
disquieted and distressed…
honey
if
you want
to
get it right
in
the night
don’t go talking
’bout
what’s wrong
in
the world
or
whose done
you wrong
at
some point
in
your life
or
who
you’re
gonna worry
’bout next
just
empty
that worry bin
and
see
and
touch
your lover
hypothesis support…
my forever love
words said and heard often and
this time life’s proved it
unassailable…
know young lovers that
you can’t compete with old loves
myths need no defense
save your breath…
so here’s the classic line
’bout love being blind
but the other part is it’s deaf
for lovers rarely listen
kisses…
like the lingering taste
of summer’s sweet wine
inviting our hearts to dream
are those private moments
between lovers
nonconformity…
soaked to the bone
laughing hysterically
others ran for shelter
we decided to count raindrops
and we’re still counting
watching lovers quarrel…
what happens to love
when no one compromises
pulling with equal force
back and forth with friction will
all love’s fibers unravel
morning light…
like a lover’s kiss
dawn’s light enters the bedroom
our new day’s awake
our new day’s awake
moving quietly around
not one sound is made
not one sound is made
as it touches each closed eye
like a lover’s kiss
it was so damn obvious…
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she sat
carefully analyzing
her dreams
according
to
university standards
using
a dream dictionary
she kept
on the nightstand
just in case
she had
a meaningful
experience at night
she began
considering
the underlying
events
hoping
to
unify her body
mind
and spirit
through self-exploration
hoping
to unlock
the latent agents
of those dreams
maybe
arguments
with friends
lost lovers
fears
as well as
an array
of approach-avoidance
possibilities
only
to find
a half-eaten piece
of pizza
beside
the bed
