debbie strange

I let go
and your lightness
carries me
beyond the sky
into myself

your soul’s skin
I taste
the sweet juice
of dreams

when I was
young and possible
I knew
the names of wild things
and imaginary lovers

in frozen sand
strong and still
I open my arms

I awaken
with wet cheeks
and poetry
knocking on the door
of my parched dreams

chai tea
and sunlight
our toast
with poetry

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