Poetica Spontenaium 04.20.04
This soft drenched conversation
Under dream covers, heavy and warm
When your voice is in my ear
And your breath against my cheek
It reminds me of my younger days
Before you and I ever met
And I’d lie back on the summer grass
Watch clouds, taste honey and lilac in the air
I didn’t know that I was closer to you then
While clinging tightly to the ground
Feeling the earth pulse beneath my spine.
If I concentrated, very carefully, I could hear you smiling.

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