Poetry · Writing

vision of utopia

i see you;

like i see myself

you are a mirror

you raise my hand

i tilt your face

your finger on my lips

my hands on your waist;

as i walk away you pull me back

as you wander around i’ll be your map

i’ll blink and you’re gone

blink and you’re back

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