Dayn Schulman

When I Hold You Again

Why do we doubt,
Try to release
While we simultaneously,
Hold on?

Why can't it be clear,
In an instant,
The thought
Goes together?

When I hold you again,
I'll feel the wanting,
Of your body,
Of your hair, your eyes,
Your breasts.

When I see you again,
It'll be in a bed
Of flowers,
Orange, black and red.

Why do I feel like,
I can only write about you,
And wonder if
You're listening?

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