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Nov 2010
yet
it’s been a long day.
i’ve flown over imaginary borders that separate one set of laws from another,
barriers that bind governance to geography and blue state from red.
i’ve been awake for far too long, trading in one sunrise for another sunset
in a place I’ve never been in search of memories that have not been made
and songs yet written.

just this side of sanity I stand in the shoes of the stubborn,
staving off sleep for just one more second of the day from a sun already spent
and a night run ripped and ragged.
my eyes scream for slumber and my mind reaches for unconsciousness.

and yet.

and yet.

i am here.
sheltered under strange sky I am here.
thinking of you.
thinking of what I would say if you were here.
and the thrilling sensation I feel,
the anticipation of someday having the courage
to take you in my arms,
keeps me awake.
dreaming of a reality where you are warm and soft against me
with your hands in my hair
and the pressing softness of your mouth on my skin
frances lee
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