how to look into the future?

or the past?

where to hide the loneliness,

this tangible,vibrant menace of the mind?

i go to sleep,and dream of you,

strangely erotic,garish,forlorn dreams,

of two caged birds,fighting their frustration,

frightened of the past,fluttering their desperate wings-

in a dystopic time and space we met,

to the rumbling beats of the drums of fate-

and parted.

and we will meet again,

look at each other like tired travellers,

having travailed across a lifetime,

and i will extend my hand,cradling your face,

and touch your lips with my thumb-

waiting for that half smile,

lost in the questions your eyes will ask,

and then i will be complete.

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