By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2011 Jan 24
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Drift

Here
sometimes
it is old
and heavy
and dark
and faded
and confounded
by you
by grace
by mirrors,
reflecting beauty
by soft skin
by welcoming lips
by sonic representations
of incompleteness
and hard confessions
solidified as thoughts
stubbornly refusing
to leave
the safety of a mind

There
sometimes
I want you
to stay
to talk
to dare
to close your eyes
and feel the silence,
its edges and contours
its dips and crescendos
its miraculousness

Somewhere
sometimes
it is slight
and stark
and beautiful
and sure
and I can see
how
to breathe
to hold
to believe
to move
towards you

Here,
sometimes,
I can see
and feel
the palpable
contours
and edges
the dips
and miraculousness
the crescendos
of your mind
and body
and I am free
to want you