In the delirium of my
infantile joy
I cannot awake
even as you seal
with a click
the door of our
momentary refuge
consummating a slow beginning
even our mothers
did not foresee and
in the dimness of
my humanity
I grope for your
glassy eyes and their
salty confusion
trusting wandering time
to carry you
my fledgling
back to me
20 August 2010
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