Between the morning and the dew deep into you
Rubbed into meaning each to each gathered thru,
The first time I saw you--walking down the steps,
Redo a redamancy back again as a love intercepts
Wraps your gift around you--gentle in a slow yes,
A reaching meets itself coming back flows a dress
Truly indeed I recognized an offer--felt an answer
Brushed our whispered spaces nearer still to blur,
In an echo you return, but if you don't ache me on
A faint, light melody touches the tops of us--alone
It changes everything moving in the groove of me,
I feel you turn, in turn to meet in the quiet in a sea
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 9:24 AM UTC
Between the morning and the dew deep into you
Rubbed into meaning each to each gathered thru,
The first time I saw you--walking down the steps,
Redo a redamancy back again as a love intercepts
Wraps your gift around you--gentle in a slow yes,
A reaching meets itself coming back flows a dress
Truly indeed I recognized an offer--felt an answer
Brushed our whispered spaces nearer still to blur,
In an echo you return, but if you don't ache me on
A faint, light melody touches the tops of us--alone
It changes everything moving in the groove of me,
I feel you turn, in turn to meet in the quiet in a sea
Sometimes I say, "you don't see that everyday," and it is just that redamancy that I want to feel everyday with you, that fresh in a pure return to the very first time, different, alive, special in a brand new you, and "that" we capture in a bottle, it seems, to float away with words in a sea, remember that "love supreme" in a poetry reading, just you and me.
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