Morning filled with conversations
in my headsetted ringing ears
under keyboarded fingers
across the ocean
next door
I want to drink wine with you
read Walt Whitman with you
sleep in your arms
publish with you
dream
Coffee for me, with sleep drunk eyes
you horrible insomniacs
you funny inspirational
sharers of poetry and
friendship
I sit down with you, to beat loneliness
keep it at bay, at distance
I reach my hand to
you all with tears
of love
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March 18, 2017
Copyright © Darren White
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