It began with you and I
it ended with you and I
but in between
there was you and I
and nothing else
truer
better
lovelier
than us,
unless it were
going back to the beginning
to have everything else
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Sleepy beauty snoring
a fantasy for this subway
where we meet in my dreams
or simply the next stop
where the rumbles can be recorded
under bird songs that require
no wings or feathers
but that have spiritual semblance
that sire humankind’s special place
alongside people like her
who is slobbering on her own hair
and jiggling on each start
that does not wake her
despite going against the motions
like the sun that yawns
over the morning’s shadow
in a shaky summer ease
or her dress of stenciled flowers
that survived the harshest winter
or me,
with my destination missed,
my feelings solid,
and my stare which no doubt is rude
but all I have to have you
until you rise and silence ensues
even as the subway makes much noise
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