Tonight I stand
Under a blanket of stars
As cold as the moon
As bright as a bone
Left in the desert
Under an unforgiving sun
The north wind brushes the first blush of winter across my face
I dreamt of you again
last night
You smiled when you recognized me
On the stairs
The Spanish stairs perhaps?
You held my hand a little too long
In your eyes, the spark
The turning up of the corners of you mouth…just so
More than a greeting
knowledge
Not guilty
Of what was to come
In this night’s dream
Yes, more than a greeting
So tonight I await sleep
And can return to the place
Where your hand will caress my face, my neck
And the blush borne of warmth
As your lips meet mine
In the little place
Above the stairs
And you can greet me properly this time
And I you
Snapping twig
I start
Animal or spirit?
In this place, one never can tell
But in sleep
I will run to those stairs
And I know…you will be there.
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