Us... With The Rest Of The Unfinished Poems
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In a secret box on a high shelf in the locked closet of my mind
is where I keep my dreams of
me and you...
me
comfy living in your
too big shirt
you
bare chested and
doing what you do...
smiling softly in my direction
simmering gazes and
kisses in passing
while... at our table
in our special space...
I quietly watch quiet you
and
write poems...
simple and hazy and softly lit dreams
of things that we will never do...
For me only...
in the treasured place of
my unfinished poems
and
my rhymes that don't rhyme
is where I keep
my dreams of
me and you