The Cave of Hypnos: Early Poems
Come to Me
Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
Come to me
before the dawn
dims the stars.
The same wave
that washes
the clouds
moves in your
fluttering breath.
Let me see the
play of shadows
on your breasts.
Let me part the rose
that roots
in your heart.
Let me bathe
in the warm sound
of tears.
Come to me.
We will let the moss
of unknown paths
grow between our fingers,
let the closed door
of the future
fall to
the sky.
Copyright © 2012 by Charles W. Bailey, Jr.
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