Michael Munas (michaelboy) wrote,
Michael Munas

Lightning bugs light while flying upward

I am familiar with the terrain of your shoulders
yet my hands have never known their country

And I know what it is to watch you sleeping
because that resonant rhythm is my own

The unheard words that you speak at night
I've caught each one, then opened my hand
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