You and I have been shifting
and gravitating
like the planets and sun
Your silent poetry struck me
Captured me
and gestured quietness in my dreams
You are the same there
Cautious smile
We didn't quite hug
You painted feelings lightly on my side
while I searched for your confessions
in the depths of your canyons
on a Summer day
Blowing smoke absentmindedly
in a farraginous bubble.
~Tina Meeks
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