Impromptu
i wish
my muse and i
were
congenital lovers
joined
by the hip
she would swing
her right
hand as i
would bring
my left
we'd meet
fingers meshing
together
digressing of days
dancing cheek
to cheek
completely
complete
her and i
would be we
and so
to
sleep
together
in our congenital
dreams
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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