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oh
to feel the length of our weighted moments
as if in space.
to be I want to be wrapped up
in your embrace, infinite
to be I long to bury my nose
into your neck and breathe in
the oils of your skin
oxygen.
I have fallen
for you
months
upon
a year ago now, and
I learn
more and more about what that means as we
orbit
‘round & ‘round
the Sun the Moon
and soon
to be steadily
tenderly I anticipate.
◈
paths planted crossing in transit
fond creation moving
occurring as if
in vines sprouting from the Earth we walk,
grasping at our ankles to hold us
converging
then release
run wild imprinted.
in overlap step back
we rise like dancers flirtation pull
together synchronised.
our rhythms like Cupid’s harpsichord strings being plucked—
steadily
tenderly singing. To be with you
at last.