morning commute

this morning sun is beautiful

hits me fractured in my face as i race away from shoot up hill

reminiscent of the Italian rays, hitting my holy city, and eternal light.

cheeks are soft,

beckoning me closer,

this sleepy train, like our precious haze,

an extension of our fingers, interlaced.


i see us in the mirror, i dare to capture this moment in a blink.

a sharp inhale to the coldness outside our cocoon.

i’ve fallen asleep so many times in your arms.

smiling, like the others on this train,

i daydream of you on this morning commute.

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