Saturday, March 26, 2016

the road

funny how things come on
the opalescent compartment of soul suddenly shifting to amber
against the concrete dashboard
omnipresent darkness falling
soft rain falling
time collapsing
surrounded in the unmistakable scent of you
warmth
strength
pressing pressing
falling
into
fireflies
clouded moons and no tomorrows

just
this spot of twilight gleaning
you.are. here.

with ....

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