Poetica Spontenaium 11.30.06
Every breath of air between us
and a galaxy trembles for a moment
when you reach over
and trace constellations with your thumb
into my palm.
Such is the every day wonder
of you.
As oceans swell and quake
like rumpled sheets beneath our dreams
that quest for adventure, for treasure, for love.
I’m living layers of light and color
over my socks.

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