Knowing
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1 min readDec 17, 2018
Golden,
sweet horizons in blue skies
held on
to the wet hurricane.
Like summer
in sweet rain.
Like fear of a wildfire
before any flame.
Lingering kisses,
like drunk eyelids,
fluttering,
kicking butterfly wings.
I am swimming,
deeper than I could ever fall
through the floor.