(thanks to @lagonk for the tweet that I stole from him...)
something about
the colour of the wind
when it is
out of breath
or the scent
of the living sky
nestled on
the river bank
compels me to tether
myself to you
and close my eyes
for a while
maybe later
when we are awake
and untangled
we could try
to touch our reflections
in the water
as they
go drifting by
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