Later on
When I dream of kissing you I
will be asleep in
my room
nightgown twisted around my legs,
and I will have tossed and turned all night
in a large bed with blue
blankets.
Today all day
whole moments
passed through
wet glass, glistening,
where I felt you brush against me
on the stairs, while alone
where the promise of your light
brought laughter,
where your arms and back and neck
distracted me.
Tonight on the train
I slept and swayed
and woke, the
metal of the train car
screaming in my ears,
bits of light, flashing color
The train bringing
me closer and closer
faster and faster to my home.
There I found nothing but
the strong scent of black coffee
lingering from morning.
Soon I will retire,
feel your breathing,
hear your heartbeat
smell you
far
away,
like snow.
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