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MaybeTomorrow in Poetry & Free Verse

settled

The morning sun recalls a dream

of espresso wisps and sepia,

curtains billowing in the wind

and gold seeped into satin sheets.

I remember wishing for a languid romance

with too many words pinched

between fervent kisses and roaming hands.

And yet, I have become accustomed to waking beside you,

Fingers splayed across you,

sparkling inclusions in your granite form.

Though I preen and pry at your edges

your face remains untouched:

A stony gaze atop an impassable wall.

I am left to pace along your foundation,

to stare at your stoic colossus.

Try as I might, breeze or wave against you,

I cannot budge you from your furrows.

You have settled too deeply and I,

froth on a nearby shore,

am left to longing.

I am 21 years or older.