Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
My handsparenthesize your facepress inas my mind would seekdeep
And somewherein the mistyour hands meet
I enter to find you dreaming once again. I don't think I noticed the subtle textures and markings that make up these drawings before. It is as if built up by the tracks of birds and dandelions blown about on the wind.
They feel that way. I love the comparison.
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