Daydream
There were windows disillusioned by rain
and the growing familiarity of her voice,
a reminder that I am still flesh, a bruised
heart still pumping blood through this maze
of loss, that fear is the depth beneath longing
Within my cells the quiet Sarabandes of Satie,
melody without destination, a surrender to moments,
savoring the scent of fresh rain, craving her
touch, the way skin learns a new dance, and
how my uneasy eyes trace the smile on her lips
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