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Poetry Dreams

The World Between the Words
Each night I dream of you
With you, under you, part of you.
But when you ask, I lie and say
I didn’t dream last night.

In dreams you hold and kiss me,
promise you won’t leave me
And you say “Take the rest of my life.”
And I reply “Take mine.”

Each day I wake I’m with you
Beside and ever in love with you
Still when you ask, I lie and say
I never dream at night.

But in the dark you hold and kiss me,
say you’ll never leave me
You whisper “Take the rest of my life.”
And I reply “Take mine.”

Partly
I’m afraid
To gift a thing so fragile
There’s not enough. Is it enough?
I’ve never been enough

Take mine, have mine, I’ll give you all that’s mine.
In return, give me yours,
Together we’re enough.
 

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