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[jewelinthelotus]

as if the sky knew exactly what i was feeling
the blinks of neither there or here
the that which is, there in front of my eyes
inescapable.

as i sat down to say hello
the familiar feeling came over me
the soft tide the soft caress
of his hello breathing by my shoulder

with a muted ache in the corner of my eye
we speak but only around the edges
he felt me underneath, or maybe
i felt him underneath
the fabric of his skin
the cleanliness of his rough stubble
the echo in his laughter
his stare, and nod of recognition only comes shortly
and then gently recedes back into the recesses of his mind
he wonders why, and i wonder why

i gently swing along with him
carefully watching where i walk beside him
as we continue forward
but i see that he is looking much farther down
or am i looking much too high
because the distance breathes deeper, and longer

i want to feel his tender caress, simply.
to wake in the morning, and see his beautiful frame
in the grace of sunlight
to see his arm rest above his softly sleeping head

but not today, and maybe not tomorrow
if love knows, then i must gently walk away
for love and freedom are all that i seek to share

his beauty, waiting there
to pluck his soft notes
to draw from him his beauty as it cascades down
my back, into myself.

into depth.
but to let it be as it is
in these muted grays and whites
in these muted silences