Sueños

The fluttering panic of a trapped bird

The noise of my want ruptures the cull of sleep

Torn heart first from the roam of sinking dreams

And you, there, eyes wide brimming with the fade of my reflection

Roving over me

Soft as tired hands

Real as death and just as certain

And I beg for the wind to be knocked out and from me

For the now to unfurl its claw

For the free fall into that liminal rhythm of your endless song

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