Love always meets, not here, but only
in an impossible world;
a multitude of feelings: warm as the sun
on a tin roof;
long as sails touching a summer sky.
Walking beside bright pieces of a stream
hopes so high, they are comfortable:
flowers for a remedy;
stars ticking out a lullaby.
Kiss in a dubious doorway as leaves applaud,
swallow your pride as dawn swallows the morn,
go fishing for a tilting fish in a rare river:
laugh and cry as you lavish your blessings;
jump in the surf and touch a moonbeam.
Read a mystery together by candlelight,
hold hands on a sandy beach:
skip stones to make a lake wink,
skate on it in winter when it is a frozen rink;
watch a thousand sunsets, then another.
Grow old together while the footlights flare,
be dreamers in an illusionary world:
get drenched in a sweet…
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