In the hum of the fan, waiting
For the heart to confess its picture
For a little wisp of blue
I borrowed your eyes
to look up from under
my invisibles leapt, dancing
to the tunes of stillness
Didn’t you know
The words leave when you touch
Therefore I pause, in the measure of this moment
for this air to find
in this union
the wings for our soft landing
2011
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