Half-asleep Poem

For Axel, for Nova

2020.08.29, by Anatolij
Filed under Grief, Literature, Poetry, Relations

With your wide stars that you sprinkle like salt crystals
The dust of the earth doesn’t reach

Sway, you
You bring me to dance
Where, we
Dance outside of time
The earth falls away like an imaginary thing
The cold falls upon my arms

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