the secret


when you were sleeping on the sofa
i put my ear to your ear and listened
to the echo of your dreams.

that is the ocean i want to dive in,
merge with the bright fish,
plankton and pirate ships.

i walk up to people on the street that kind of look like you
and ask them the questions I would ask you.

can we sit on a rooftop and watch stars dissolve into smoke
rising from a chimney?
can i swing like tarzan in the jungle of your breathing?

i don’t wish i was in your arms,
i just wish i was peddling a bicycle
toward your arms.

(jeffrey mcdaniel)

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