Sleep/love

I am not
These passing vestiges
In a space
Encumbered by your longing
And my impatience

You
Are the distance I love
A chance encounter
Of words
An accidental collusion
Where these hands meet
Like a child eager to find and greet
his first garden friend

We would become
An image of what
we are not
Only stories told in our heads
Where if I hold your hands like this
I’d lose you completely

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