Elevation

About a dozen hung idly,
Around that time, quite politely.
Dreams, you see.
Out-of-step, passing through.
Just not in.
Just. Kindly.

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Island is Island

Hills of onyx and diamond
Washed in splattered flashes-
A bare line unbearably bold.
I embrace you sweating.
I speak us close and firm
Since you're good for me,
Regimented, like medicine.
And, silly, I'm good for you too.