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Windows
Date: 1/14/2015, Categories: Love Poems, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
The windows to you remain so close to me as you sleep in the cradle of my arms, shut so tight in the dark. I wonder what different planets you've molded without me. If I'm there by your side or a different version of us exists in those private realms. If the imperfections we've carried into this home have been chiseled and sanded away, smoothed over to be the ideal joining we once saw fluttering in one another's eyes. That was years ago when the entirety of our days and nights seemed unstoppable against the slow but furious hands gliding around every clock. The windows to you still remain open, blinking and inviting when they rest near me, where others have seen curtained museums or lonely shuttered manors, we see endless layers. Colors that can shift and throb from a touch, contract when the presence of one another crackles through the air like electricity ready to coil and devour. The windows are worlds I wish I could climb into, inhabit and see all as you do. But it's better to take your stare and the way it stills mine as a gift, to remember that letting anyone in means something so much more than the knowledge of all that lives just behind your gaze. The quiet gaps when your eyes close, that I'm the one you've entrusted your bare vessel to while drifting off matters much more than the worlds temporarily sprouting inside your dreams. Whatever mirrored versions of us are made there, whatever demons are on your shivering heels from the years I wasn't by your side, I know one thing as I fall asleep next to you. You'll always come back to me once the windows are open again.
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