Swinging in this old hammock
as the night sky tumbles through,
the stars bring solace & sing me
a lullaby of cosmic serenity
and between these two old oaks
as arms splay open to hang,
thoughts of things that cost nothing...
toes in sand, midnight kisses, a reuniting embrace
dance in my mind, & the gentle sway in
repose glides easily to thoughts of you;
a few chalky drops of rain
find my open mouth
the muddy taste reminds me
of just how dense and fertile
we were way back then.















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