by design.

they may have 

passed in the night

dreams, or nightmares

juxtaposed, oxygen

and carbon dioxide

swirling around their parted lips

he prefers to fly

under the radar

failing to understand that she

can see his beacon, and

feelings are loudest

spoken across space and time

they could create talismans

living poetry, growing out of

the summer sidewalk

she breathes into living things

his shadow is chasing, hungry fear

but she is starving

© 7.27.2016 heather brager