Light like your lips or fingertips
heavy as haversacks and culliebucks
worried eyes- watch him!- coming
over this way
and see him pass. Close again
on the morning sun, heavy lids,
liquid lights squeeze through impossible passages
like a fingerprint of a forgetful dream,
that really doesn't need to be remembered
always there in codes of thoughts
codes of what is felt
like the lightness of lips a
and the touch of forgotten fingertips.
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I like the light images contrasting with the heavy ones. Why are you giving it to the lonely daffodils?
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