solidly; your hands
seeking hers. an ordinary
way to think wouldn't
have such light-
couldn't reflect it
between two eyes that way.
wild seas, wild clouds.
the nights must dawn long,
days must seem like love
bursting on the hour,
ants and little things
have become the gods.
you would know. the story
goes the way all
hearts go that
love so much. the
indefinite clasps
of velvet linking us together...
the infinite grain of the wood
we hold...
seas have roiled so long
into the night.
misty palms sway
and shudder.
in a nighttime window somewhere,
the faces are just beginning to light up...
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