you linger
like morning mist
opaque, tinged violet
in mountains called Morocco

you swarm of bees
noise of a thousand wings
buzz in my head
murmurs or our conversations

you train derailment
crashing
disrupting
morning schedules
colliding
with deadlines
sweet chaos

you life raft
in a needing, wanting sea

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