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Six Hours Away

I am curled in your dreams, waiting,

Waiting your return to this realm,

Spending the hours you sleep,

Dreaming, of our tomorrows, when,

Awake at the same time, we touch,

Caress. Now, I hold the phantom of your body, missing from my life.

I pray, and I plead, barter with the universe and gods,

To put us in the common air, common landscape of each other's skin.

I want to touch that skin,

To match it to the words from my lips,

Glide over your tender reply,

But, ‘til distance, vanished, and I feel the touch of your response,

Taste and scent memories will fill the empty times that you sleep,

While I, in my daylight life, live without you.

I’m As Far Away As I Can Get

I’ll keep the world safe 

While you sleep.

I’ll watch the sun progress,

While you slumber.

I’ll live in the light,

When you succumb to the dark.

I’ll breathe daylight air,

While you stretch on empty sheets.

Until we flip end upon earth,

And it is me, dreaming,

And you, 

Greeting the world, 

I’ll keep the world,

Safe,

While you sleep. 

For Caitlyn: Paint the Toilet

Painting toilet paint on the walls,

She wreaks havoc in the halls,

A basting brush and a handy source of water,

A commode to me, but to a granddaughter...

A magic, glimmering, bucket of paint.

Oh, say it ain't,

Oh say it ain't so.

She's painting toilet water 

on the walls.