I’m up early
as always
swimming in the currents of
a sweet morning
in summer
in Oregon
as if for the first time
Much like the morning
years past
when I woke
with a new girl
in a cemetery in Eugene
We went there to escape the heat
slept on a blanket
naked in the night
So alive were we
and in love
Practicing, perhaps,
for the day when sleep
and death
converge.
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
I’m up early
as always
swimming in the currents of
a sweet morning
in summer
in Oregon
as if for the first time
Much like the morning
years past
when I woke
with a new girl
in a cemetery in Eugene
We went there to escape the heat
slept on a blanket
naked in the night
So alive were we
and in love
Practicing, perhaps,
for the day when sleep
and death
converge.
