discoveredA Poem by m.s.earlydeeply this morning i thought i might consider, where did the winter leave us still breathless. why was it so imperative that i scratch this edge? the letters you've written me were itching so i reread everyone until my mouth was dry. you never saw the ink on my fingers before you chose to kiss me. you never knew why you replied. there was an idle mind behind a blank stare and the night whistled through the window while we both became keenly aware that we were discovered. and the unbelievers' mouths were agape - (still so incredulous), and taking in the water that would drown them - (refusing admission), that the two oceans were a gyro with inertia. a miracle some thought; two fools awaiting imminence, some portended. each letter i read this morning noticed the divide was less vague than when written; it didn't adjudge the present similarly: the words were identical, the punctuation was not disparate, each comma held its pause, each semicolon still a segway, but somehow, somehow, the context was reborn with each pass of my curious hand brushing the dust away, until i heard you say things that were never mentioned and i knew spring would be soon. i will buy you a boat and we will chart new courses. the skeptics will continue to forebode, the romantics will swoon, and you and i will care less of them both, sailing away towards a horizon of our choosing. this morning is exhaling a new lull, a premonition that you and i will be realized as discovered.
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