dream/scrapbook

these two hands and
your full lips like
envelopes like
paper cranes and

the snow or grass and
the shelled-out school bus
and the blueberries pressed
between grinning fingers or
our running like horses
you casting a spell
the smooth not-give of a hardback book
and the spinning, the spinning,
the laughter, the spinning

these two eyes like
born again for
us three all and
us two here, so
the rain slows down
the light drifts by

just here
just now
just you

 

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