8 May 2012

Imagining Yesterday

rosedust of dawn
traced on my fingers
brushed off my eyelids
with the harshness only familiarity brings

skin on skin
"they're almost kin", they'd say
with noses growing into each other's
eyes that slant and droop
pendulous drops of lovedew

extended beings of rosedust
swatches of love in the sky
we moved to a time of our own
ate purple clouds of wonder
woke up and stretched
between realities
with traces of pink rust
there would always be rosedust

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