When brushing against your cheek while asleep, do you remember my touch?
there in the fine print fields
believe me when I say
that almost
is also a sense of desire
to see the vulnerable near, is a zone of love that needs its borders
that’s where I hover when you sleep
in today’s walk on complicated streets
you see the wings of the fly that floats past
I am in the day that always follows his shadow
closely whispering
even when the tears you shed
lacks
mourning
let me keep you in your transparency
until the terror is over
longed for soul, my friend
caresses your skin like a chill in the heat
tear yourself out of your own cocoon.
Mimmie Dana 