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some kind of melodic glassiness. watered body with no wake
a near ripple effect
it's a place i could stay: like
it's quiet hum of an ac in the late summer night.
an invisible pulse from the bar room lights.
just when things heat up, they cool down. and it again sometimes
never seems quite there. and back again. repeat:repeat.
worth a long drive, worth nights sleepless, talking from that step:
wind chime chiming soft and slow: on that same beat that steps me back on track
another afternoon nap with a dog and cat. summer blanket
sprawled,
lawn mower blister on the right pinky finger. heat dripping into
my eyes. sweat myself to sleep later than i ever started thinking of it
a sprinkler bit, just timed right. opened my eyes wider: and i tickled
your arm to sleep
lay your head down my dear, and love me still when you wake
cause i've felt what a last hug feels like.
and i hear how a last goodbye goes, and it goes, ringing into the windless summer
night, and i sing myself home on dark streets, followed my rhythm legs, lullabyed myself
in a two step sort of sleep