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A phase, resprung

A phase, resprung,
going back to the days where the mind
had better things to do than waste time
by kipping in.

A dream of you, rethought,
making me wish to forever
dream than to withstand
the strife of the life –
the thought of never being
with you ever again.

A ticking of thoughts
yet my body still, still
within the feel of our bodies, close
yet my mind alive knowing that
this imagery – that this
imagery is a lie.

A phrase, sprung
but held within the locked lips,
letting instead to let assumptions
reign as far as the mind can reach
on this night so deep.