It's as if we speak in different tongues
when they're not touching
aspiring. decreasing discouragement.
finding solace in such dreams
a longing for something incomplete
cherishing what remains unconsciously
(behind closed eyes)
captive to lucid memories
I lay bound
something that can't be explained
the softest of light (take it off me)
~ ~ ~
I have felt a false warmth from your cold hands.
if only we could stretch our arms in such an act of compassion,
and for once, our notions won't go unheard.
released March 21, 2015
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