Dreaming
Though, in a moment, we would plunge together into this bed as if breaking through it - surface of ocean to hear roar of a riptide. Through - edge of the forest, an orchestra of songbirds announcing us to the canopy. Through - factory shutter, press each other into the forge and remake each other, wrought from iron. Through - winter, your body as some semblance of warmth kept safe in my arms.
In a moment, we would throw ourselves together. As if to articulate our meanings; as if a plume from a songbird's tail is a match for words plucked from your throat.
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