Insomniac

Your lonesome hand reaches forth
finding smooth silver sheets
like the smoke between your teeth
and tongue

It falls flat and the fingers single out
but I am nowhere to be found

Your voyeur — night observer
I’m the oft wanderer, but not too

Far/
while you sail through
invisible dreams and surf waves
of heights unseen I discover

Stars

 

–LM

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