quiet low friends


In times of dawn
you and I toast at the campfire
burning in chest
inflated sense of desire on the cusp
breathy laugh softly collided with sweat beads
then you whispered words that I can not understand

I realize new
that has engulfed morning dawn
lengthening shadows fall stunned himself
settles gray clouds could not sniff
where your laughter go
until now await
like lonely friends with silence