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 –
corridors winding painfully long –
Tarnished smiles presented as some
second prize recompense.
Therefore, we shall finally allow each other
to sail our course
those thunder storms are all for real.
Poppy July 7th 2013