My Long Travel Day

sonnet rerun from a year ago

photo by potter

My long travel day and the winter blues
left me longing to lie with you
without my shoes, my naked feet
bumping into yours like lines on the street
disappearing under broken lights,
like an unrehearsed magic show, 
like some word I can't quite
remember but am sure I know

quite well. Quite well, my love, quite well.
Like I love you. Like Je t'aime.
Like you are and like I am
as we navigate the morning bells
to catch the sunrise and the train,
smiling through the edge of pain.

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