One Morning
And one morning
at breakfast with her
we started
an unbelievable dream,
shining and swelling
with a need to be intimate
in this all too human world,
seeking out
that sun-like light,
that tasty center,
that knowing.
And she knew
the language of that dream,
spoken only in tongues,
whose long words of the heart
washed down on me
like the last words on earth,
like rippling music,
like gentle milk.
Copyright © Jack Jordan | Year Posted 2013
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