Whirlwind Dream

Your
eyes are like crystal
chandeliers, speaking
to me in flashes and
wonderlight.

Some
Christmas years have
we missed, and all
morning kisses were
dismissed.

But
we’re here again
at close proximity,
and we’re stuck in
this whirlwind dream.

2022

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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