Rise
Harvest moon shivers
into dawn
the rising sun
100,000 autumnal breaths
that usher you home
Saturday
Your face skims
the surface
devoured by hope
you are staring
unsure if the face is yours or mine
Disappearance
Black skies
hole-punched embers
dreamers swim
in the eye of the fish
eternal nourishment
Sunday
Your voice sways
in the sheets
tangled up in the
softness
of a smile
Finding
Steam rises from
your coffee mug
cream swirls into being
it is early
crawl into me
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