Poetry Sunday
Your forehead pressed against
My own
Hearts beating steady
Now aligned
Another metal bird soars
Into the sky
A disembodied voice
Marks the time
And I don’t want to fly away
From you, or feel the distance
As you fly from me
I wish that I could have
Held on
Another moment
To feel you holding
Tightly onto me
I watch th…
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