i long for
your hands on my shoulders
i'm not getting older
i'll stay right here
i long for my hands to feel
the texture of tree trunks growing
to pick on guitar strings
that run with your voice
to sing with my eyes shut
drown out the noise
the way you sail
the way you go down
glittering in my throat
glimmer in my eyes
you're the pain at sunrise
i love the way you are there
the way you go down
the sigh in my throat
relief in my lungs
you are the peace at sunrise
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