Poetry
Fragment 1
In sleep,
Your hand clasps my wrist
As you slip deeper
I expect you to relax, release --
Instead you hold tighter;
Even in sleep , you hold fast.
I listen to the sound of your breath
And lay my head on your shoulder
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Solve et Coagula or: The Chemical Wedding
I had a dream last night --
you took my hand and said to me:
Rise.
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in my arms
I think about you
Every single day --
If you're not
in my arms
I'm missing you
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