gathering the beads that define a moment, a you and me,
a serendipity, a scintilla of hope and a glimmer of faith
on a night lost in your mercurial light
my jaded fantasy and idle dream whispering
to the soul that manipulates gravity, the
seconds descending, hastening, spawning
a universe of words and tulips, brahms and
violins ~ hanging onto the elegant, elusive
carousel of seasons that neither begins nor ends
the unsaid love clinging onto the shining, immortal
silence of lips gently seeking and hands never touching
the voice of an undiscovered muse echoes through
this innocent flesh tangled in your inertia, the cacophony
forming a symphony, agitating, accelerating, illuminating.
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