Te Indi Poet Free verse

Sitting On Windowsills, I Remember

Feverish cleptic safe
Slipped in kept sacred place
Found you near bamboo shoots
Horizon of our youths
Drag this thunder out of me 
Wonder
I don't want to be beam 

Lay here in peace and piece together sanity
Drink raspberry teas in cafes
and offer seats to the strange
Read books on window sills of open French Windows
Feet dangle above pavements
wind blowing now
I'm free

Smells like pollen
Nostrils flare and I turn away to sneeze
It's still better here
catch a ride to fetch a bagel
I don't remember you
A foggy wet dream
Streams on my pillow
But I lay on dry beds and can't relate

There are no outlines on the wall from when my body slid to catch my breath
I saw you in a daze
I turn back to the sun
and my back to the holograms of man
Waste of time we have been
And I'll never listen to my voice again

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