Wednesday, March 23


in my dream, we swam.
in a jeweled cove your flat feet hit white sand.
you washed up on my magenta bedstep, like a pale shell,
aqua beads clinging to your skin.

if you are my gem,
then i am a song you've heard often before.

i admit,
it was a heavy love song i wept
in my twenty-six steps to the door.

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