could there be late nights
and sweet reckoning
with honey-scented
lights, leaving their
traces over the linger
of a sigh
i'll tell you you're magnificent
you'll tell me i'm strange
and we'll feel all of
the things we want to feel
eschew the things we don't
could this be the sky alll
around us-a ribboned
blue box unfolding slowly
weaving its mystery
in drunken, heady
sensation
i'll write about the now
you'll sing about this life
and we'll glow uncomplicated
traveling measured by
the distance of breaths
could this be the calm cupped
comfort, steam and warmth
swallowed, you-
me, banished from
obscurity, made conscious
tangible and held
i'll tell you it's heaven
you'll tell me it's good
and we'll skip the dark
paths for a landscape paved
with the horizons of
everything we imagine.
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