I Hear Your Name

I hear your name,
The softness of it.
In dark hours
When I and my restless wandering
Are breached by still waters.

I see your face
And follow it.
Sense your limbs
Swing like pendulums
Through an autumn night’s fog.

I watch your eyes
Circumscribe memories
Of monsters and taboo,
As we swing like children
While all the children sleep.

Swing
Swing

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