. . . . . . . did you know that i sit next to you now in the tiniest house of time?

that in i mixed with you

misty-mountain-forest
as soon as i told you
you wouldn’t let me go

touch me again
as i turn you inside out
dynamic and raw

drawn to climb into me with your eyes
smile speaking with textures, words uncovered

you know that already
you knew all along

lightly touching
our cells fuse

you know, as do i,
that in i
mixed with you
there is nothing to hide

all along we’ve been
a river containing all that we have tasted,
and verses to stories we have yet to ascend into
as mountains of a dream
that would be ours

© r.e.l. 3/7/13

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2 responses

  1. redbubble

    MINDSET1 minute ago

    Another nice poem………… I agree with you, I write poems to vent and express myself………

    March 14, 2013 at 4:12 pm

    • good anger management for me ;)
      i especially enjoyed reviving this older one

      – robinellenlucas

      March 14, 2013 at 4:13 pm

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