Breathe…

I like how you know not to speak
Leaving it all up to me –
What began today mid sentence
will end in our separate ways.
From shadow-lands to fairy tales,
I let the me get in the way.

You should know
how very close
less than a babies breathe; rising waters:
you my island sanctuary – so fatally near
you came to understanding me.

The box, almost unlocked –
Instead
Distant exteriors
corridors winding painfully long –
Tarnished smiles presented as some
second prize recompense.

Therefore, we shall finally allow each other
to sail our course
no rehearsals
those thunder storms are all for real.

Poppy July 7th 2013

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