One Lover, Two Dreams

by Joanna

The bards have sung tales
Of desperation
Of joy
The songs of imagination's memory
I find I fall somewhere 
In between
Making waves with my step
My chest swells
Fingers tremble
Open
Close
Open again
I drink of your sweat in raindrops
As they cascade 
down your face and
into my parted lips
I feel the rush 
through your heart
As we ride these crests
We stretch thin across the cosmos
Making first steps all over again
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