everyday sighs

Why am I sad? Because I wish to exist
in the microcosms of ordinary pleasures
where the everyday is not passaged by
the parties of food and wine. Where I know
a quite labour of reading your fine mouth
over a cup of coffee and the satin taste of tea

I do not belong but I am no imposter
I am no fugitive but I refuge behind clouds
no venegeful storm but I carry water

I do not profess to know anything other
than the incomplete dictionary of me
will you meet me behind the sphyx layered
of time and travel?—

Speak yer mind

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