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imago (flight)
by Scott Cadence
awake
always the first to wake
my eyes focus on the daylight bordering the blackout drape of your window
how a breeze comes through
and the light flaps at the corner
reveling bits of space
I lay and listen
to the fret-like falling of breath upon my neck
against the rhythm of our heavy hearts
and white noise of the world
groaning
My need in you is unexpected
like this music
but undeniably beautiful
are the strings of possibility
that could fathom such harmony
with your fingers pulling
at the notes of my being
asleep
always the last to wake
You slumber
in the overwinter of the geometrinae
rapt in a cocoon of your own endless
soliloquy
My eyes close
as I attempt to soothe the fault lines of your tattered wings
in the way that you soothe me with your words
my hands become like an emotion sweeping across you
Your body language mirrors
a thousand lines of thought
that all strike a truth within me
and I can't help but be amazed
When you're lying here next to me
I need no explanation
because sometimes the best answers
have no sound
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