Whisper.
Green bottle bottoms swirl sleep in my window
muting the steam from an afternoon bath
Sorting, distorting the lawn and enigmas
which only a dream could decipher, behalf.
You, sitting lazy on the edge of the water
with one hand in suds and the other in air
as we softly discuss all the wells and beguiles
that life tends to throw us while we're unawares
Notes of last night hide in corners all crumpled
lists that we made to go this way and such
Steam and sleep water now up to my shoulders
impelling my skin flown to slickness and touch
We comprehend all the air and it's movement
Lifting the roof with the storming of brains
Quietly you kiss my forehead to silence
the mirror of heat from the breaking refrain
Glass and decisions, your hand breaking bubbles
and eyes bent on closing to slip, slip away
Afternoon lazy, the verge of discovery
filled up with the silence of words yet to say.
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