[I floated on air across your chest] ©A. Charles

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That night,
I floated on air across your chest
brushing intimate insides
that you have kept hidden
for twenty-one long years. 

I am an untuned piano.
And a broken song flows from me
In short waves and bursts
Of colours of dreams
that haunt the midnight sky

Can you not look with
your ears and hear me
calling you, beseechingly
from across the sea
the sun hidden from our
moon-filled eyes.

Dawn broke as we did-
across the early morning birdsong,
as our gasps for breath were muffled:
by the gently wafting curtains hanging
beside the bed.

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