November 2011
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to be woken by your breath
I was dreaming about us- you were only just there, behind my eyelids- I’m only now losing the feel of your hair between my fingers
floating in the ocean, no one and no thing but the war-cry of our radiant captor, and us. in the sky, I called the sun the moon (you said the moon was the sun), shining through each other and bobbing with our bodies and the tide
it could have been gulls I heard...