The current runs through my dreams
rise and fall
of waves that dart
as she bears me down
woven walls
and the quiet beat
of her breast against my chest
I hear the stems sway away
flock of sparrows
landing on my sleep
but when I wake, no
eyes watch
and no arm reaches
across the water to pull me in
Trapped on the far shore, I
entangled in your
matted roots, beneath your
bunted packs of seed
that burst to the touch,
untouched, alone.
Sinking under the weight
of your endless complaint
in a cradle
endlessly rocking, as the waves roll on
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