Wading
The distance between our thoughts
Addles the simplest dreams.
I observe them with my eyes, akin to yours,
And, in turn, the ring of colour gleams
A blue, a sea of endless shores.
My gaze, fixated on all you have to offer,
Is met with a shifted glance.
I catch it with words, companionship,
And in return begin a knotted dance.
My effort shows. I trip.
Our paths, knee-deep in rubble,
Lead hazily into the water.
I breathe carefully. I regard silently.
These dreams ready for slaughter.
Yet, our harmony, whispers a small plea:
Through amity, you have bonded.
Through intimacy, you will swim.
Through interruption, you may sink.
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