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Subliminal Landscapes

We know
miles and oceans
separate us
but we live in each other’s
mind.
We keep
our priced possessions here
in the soft pink boxes,
multilayered,
fragile like petals,
shielding them from
the world,
a world,
unconcerned
about the deepest feelings
of longings,
the things
that are not tangible
or measurable
and certainly ineffable.

We maybe
shores apart,
but our thoughts bloom
in the orchards
beneath our eyelids
when we dream,
lifting themselves up as
majestic birds
spreading their wings wide
when they take flight
toward the uncharted fire
of the anguish of love.
They know no distance
or maps or boundaries,
they just know
their destination.

Traversing the undulating
ripples of the mackerel skies,
they dive in deep
then rise up,
trying to pursue the way
to each other.
In that milky terrain
their amorphous forms
entwine
to become mellifluous verses
that would design
an arbor
for the rendezvous…

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