11 August 2010

Slipstream


I had that dream again
you know the one
going about my business
with no thought of you
no wondering
where
when
how
why
you are
and, in mid step,
on my way to
nowhere in particular,
I stop
freeze
hold my breath
eyes close
of their own volition
I feel you pass through
leaving magnetic traces
on every tender inch of me
I tell myself to open my eyes
to look
just once
convince myself
you are as close
as your beating heart
as close as the taste of you
when I feel it's safe
when I feel less of you
riding my skin,
I open my eyes
a fraction, a millimeter
and there you are
but before I can take
my next breath
speak
or run to you,
I see you fade
into the slipstream

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