Ice, wine, Valentine,
Murmur me your dreams of sleep.
Restfulness, I know I felt long ago, between stairways and stained knees.
I could hear my father's voice, or is it another, younger still?
I cannot catch your warm embrace, though I have yet tried to, stilt your will
And your advances. I want to feel you but resist
I rowed away, and will again, my hand aching in your fist.
I can hear my heartbeat undertow - like shattered glass, like air.
What lies within - I row away. Thrown into ocean. Leave me there.
In her memories, I whisper of days past by
Of a far-off coastland, Of the plains
Of two figures caught in a passageway
Stop me from saying your name
Resonating forward - crashing waves
Stop me from saying your name.
When I surfaced back, I heard the water
Speak of seven years in horizon lines
You assured me it would melt someday
Through your hands, as cold as mine.
#sundaypoetry - Layover
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#SUNDAYPOETRY - DEPARTURE
sylvie the cat