Our heartbeats are contiguous
Drumming in the alchemy
Of our love as it’s floating up
I dreamt I woke up with
Your bare foot on my face
À l’envers somehow twisted
Reversed on the other end
Of the bed I’m laughing in a moment
Or two before my conscious shakes me
Awake to realize you aren’t here
I tugged at my ear maybe
To make sure it was still attached
Or just to rouse out some
Form of clarity trapped in the
Misty interim of lucid fog
While your scent still hangs
In the dark and silent air
How can your cologne still be here
Like a favorite sweatshirt
I stole from you or even begged
For you to leave for me to breathe
Would you be pleased to know
I’ve missed you this much
Even though we’ve never met
There is a rose on the window sill
That I keep swapping out
Freshly new a different hue
Until you get here
© GÄ
Poétique 