If I was lying next to you
on a bed of nails, piercing into
flesh and sinew. It would feel
like floating on
fluffy cloud pillows,
drifting forever on the eaves
of cosmic ripples.
If we were clinging tightly
to each other nightly.
Two lovers in a storm,
boat rising and crashing,
our stomachs whiplashed
against the walls.
Seasick feelings clashing,
becoming the norm.
It would all feel
like a sheet of glass,
clear, clean, and calm.
If we were walking hand in hand
through a harsh, desolate land,
violence in every alley, volatile stacks
of erratic concrete. Jagged sharp
and dangerous. Where at any time
peeking around the cracks starting to form
a figure could emerge at large,
from within the gloom
and consume us in a single snarling bite.
We wouldn't even be able to put up a fight.
But even in that place.
I'd hold your hand tight
listenig to the starlings singing
feeling I'm walking on light.
That every footstep
was a windswept carpet of delight,
I would hold you close, looking into your eyes
and dream of so many more
wonderous nights.
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