I want release or escape
like warm days spent nowhere
like funeral pyres and leap years
dates with no-one
fears that are irrational
memories that forget themselves
gatherings where no-one’s late
I want a breathable cage
to know our limits
how we’re defined
like seagulls or whitetips
high over brine
and ships beyond evening
galleon muse
to leave without leaving
salve for a bruise
I want to lead you sideways
down the road less travelled
than our worn and weary byway
which now grows dull and dun
smother you in clouds
and fuck you in the sun
J. x
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