April Cerise, In Memoriam
inhibitions
May 2013

oh, but winter is gone.

talking in our own
altered states
we feel asleep,
yet we are awake.

red to you,
yellow and blue to me.

it was summer
in which our paths crossed.

distance keeps apart
but it pulls, weightless.

one soluble
the other fluid.

here and now
and now
i know.

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