Splitting Up
white hot brands
of comet trails
across the river
cross the vale.........
in your eyes I set my sails
away to Timbuctu,
on your lips I taste the sun
in Monico when day is done
and we are by the sea to run,
I know you see it too.
on your skin the sudden feel,
of fantasy and yet it's real
like fairy tears that all congeal
within the morning dew.
encapsulated in our sphere
somehow we live alone in here
in just one body ,
two are clear.
the best of me is you.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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