May 5, 2012

A supermoon
the baby owls whinnied in the trees.
foals.

exhausted,
i reached into bed.
i held onto your fear.  a commitment.
i sheltered your imagination and
considered what i knew to be true.
i hoped for a train to scream
from the other side of the greenbelt.
like a lap steel.  night sounds.

you pulled me close,
feel.

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