“Until we are free” a poem by Eric King

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My wrists are chained cold

but my heart beats pure lava

waiting for your image to grace

the 12 inch screen that contains my dreams

fingertips graze the screen, can you feel me?

60 minutes until lights go out

why can’t I freeze time just once?

why can’t we both have what we want?

I want to live in your deep almond eyes

somewhere safe where we can always hide

where we can turn off the pain & turn off the lights

panic sets in, when the thoughts begin

what if I never see my love again?

every second separated is its own lifetime

trying to focus now on every expression

cause goddammit when you are gone I need to remember

before we’re staring at blanks and the clock reads zero

is your flight boarding to carry you away from me?

i’ll see you in my dreams

until we are free

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