what if
there is a certain amount
of your flesh
that belongs to me
still returning after ages to find me
last night I woke to my life
where you live with me
I hear you, you laugh
this is serious and it feels so heavy
how far can you throw it
I want to ride with you forever
the wind in my hair, playing the part
of your hands, your second pair of eyes
there is nothing ordinary about this
except that when I ask you if we'll wake up
I do,
alone with the heaviness of you that remains
2/2/2013
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