the links pulled us into
a room with no windows,
doubts and beautiful views
I remember some of the
colours, the taste of beauty dripping on lips
a tartan blanket
chanting and laughter, voices
of children perhaps
a glowing cross
the dreamer
chasing logic in his dream
your hand over mine,
two souls - one ocean, no shores
eyes searching the forbidden name
you were there
still holding the phone
when
it rolled from the sky
through darkness,
a ball of light
a thunder
I, the hindsight
have come a long way
(globe-trotting with my Siamese, the second-guesser
who might have gone a bit too far)
we are travel-worn
are there any vacancies?
The janitor
(how peculiar, his name was Janus)
spoke with a forked tongue
“there’s only room for one
but you could double up”
as soon as we plunged
into our truckle bed
with a sinking feeling
we overheard
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