a Poem by Raquel Swann

There’s a place

Within your eyes

My reflection cast

Upon your iris

An undetermined future

Perhaps another time

Perhaps another dimension

We consort in public places

Interlocked hands

Perfect sentences

A flawless monetary system

I pay you in compliments

You pay me in smiles

Burdens of the world

Left behind

In a daydream

For when I wake

Things are as they should be

Misery guides me home

Never to return

Until I look into your eyes



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