A Wish

I will convert,

for you,

twenty seven times over

in order to spin Earth’s axis

back to it’s original

position.

My secret haven,

original,

right,

cool to the touch

skin on skin

and I believe again

that I can win

when my feet are tired

two at a time

again

I wish it was you

holding the umbrella in the rain,

to kiss me goodnight

under some station light

I knew had flickered out

yesterday.

 

September 24, 2014