by the river, by the street

i think you’d love me most
in small moments of perseverance
carrying the groceries home
slipping in the snow
i grasp desperately
for the heart shadowing mine
and hope that your firm grasp
will keep me standing

you are a counterweight
a balance a nightlight
a cup of strong coffee
a sleeping pill if needed
remember this

i think you’d love me most
if i never had to tell you anything
and existed whole inside you
built out of bricks and steel
you could lean and sag against me
in moments of fatigue

i have so much to tell you
i have so much to say
i have so much wonder
i am so tired

when i lie down
you dream with me

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Hi. I'm a poet. I was a playwright/producer before the pandemic. If you're wealthy and want to be a modern Medici, drop me a buck or two: paypal.me/ksnapreads

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