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Waving

"Waving" - 3/22/14

imagining my hands
around your neck
fingers tracing futures' forehead
ocean of poems engrained

our eyelashes are flags
infinitely waving promises
can it be that you have;
always been mine?

I never envisioned waking up
as something sacred
but with your lips pressing my eyelids

I become as holy as the sun