Monday, May 18, 2009

The Secret

By Jeffrey McDaniel

When you were sleeping on the sofa
I put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.

That is the ocean I want to dive in, 
merge with the bright fish, 
plankton and pirate ships.

I walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.

Can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney? 
Can I swing like Tarzan in the jungle of your breathing? 

I don’t wish I was in your arms, 
I just wish I wa
s peddling a bicycle 
toward your arms.

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