October 5, 98
Poem --
If Only I Could

If only I could run to you and fall in your arms
and whisper soft words in your ears
To ease this metaphor of me
as a kettle on a stovetop
without a spout
If only I could walk up and embrace you from behind
and press my cheek against your back
To free my pillow from the stage
a make believe with the zipper
as your face.
If only I could stop smiling and, stop sighing
and hold my heart from swimming away
Maybe I can just fall asleep and
dream and, well just,
breathe with you .
If only I could.

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October 5, 98 Poem -- If Only I Could
	If only I could run to you and fall in your arms and whisper soft words in your ears To ease this metaphor of me as a kettle on a stovetop without a spout If only I could walk up and embrace you from behind and press my cheek against your back To free my pillow from the stage a make believe with the zipper as your face. If only I could stop smiling and, stop sighing and hold my heart from swimming away Maybe I can just fall asleep and dream and, well just, breathe with you . If only I could.