Rain-hive humming on the roof
Honey of a sound I love to taste
Curled in my cloudy bed alone
Too early to wake too late to sleep
Nursing the embryo of a dream
Assembling cell by cell drop by drop
From so many discarded dreams
The outline of a head made visible
Brilliant lightening flesh
Distant quickening of limbs
As you crawl in next to me
Phantom of love I mourn
Here present and yet hovering
In the future to be born
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