arrival

i love knowing the poems

that seek to capture you



they wake me up in the night and

they tickle my creative ligaments



i enjoy my conversation

with the words before they

are folded into an envelope



i listen to then tick in the cloudy sky

as i wait for them to fall down

around your thoughts



when we walk bumping shoulders

i feel how the warmth of the poems

has slipped between your fingers

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