To the tops of branches
Wind through the peaks
Living, breathing on the ropes of tree leaves
Swinging life away on the perch of our toes.
Dreaming our first lip parted kiss - inhaling our life away.
I will be
dreaming the warmth of a traced finger embrace
living back to an ice cold cola and chipped ice cubes
Swing life away on the perch of our toes.
long to the dreams left in dusty corners.
I will be
Dreaming your last summer spent in long uncut grass
remembering the scent unwashed sheets
breathing in your gasp of air
crying the tears that you didn't breed that night.
Waking from nightmares that relive your life.
I am
Healing the wounds left behind in your shadow,
breaking the limits you helped me discover,
changing how we live and breathe
I am swinging life away on the perch of our toes.
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