A beautiful hopeful dream

Dancing 
Broken glass
Mirrors shattered
Just reflection
 light
illusion
Another story, please?

To the dances
Partnered
One
Another
Pattern
Rhythm
Repeat

Plans
The pieces
parts
A moving
A plan
Dreaming
A Beautiful, hopeful dream
A life 
Wandering
Seeking 
A home

Mango groves
Palms
Sands
Your hand in mine
Our family
All intertwined
Going
Flowing
Mine

Your smile
The warm cove of your arms
A safe habor
Always
To return to
Just you
My love
A circle 
A Promise
Always
Me and you
We two
Scheming
Dreaming
Laughing
Loving
Eating
Just me 
Just you

To dance
With you
My love
My bug
Where ever, when ever
I love you on 70s style linoleum
Swaying in our small kitchen
Just us
Alice in chains
Down the rabbit hole we go

Then
Now
I love you here
In suburbia
I'll love you where ever
Forever you are my home 
With you
My love
My love
Home is you
Home is us
Home is family
Love
Laughter
And trust

Making room. Words from the Mystics of ages past. The retelling. Plans. Dreams. Never try to practice self love to the rhythms of a poet. You might just work yourself up, and the have nothing left but a cosmic joke of deathly donkey sex. Oh me, oh my. A lovely, lonely night. Jokes for the wall. Wall words. To be sucked...into a bagel.

Then here you are. Sweet. Lovely eyes. The sweet dark. I could fall and keep falling. You catch me there. Knowing. Loving. There. The pressure. My arms folded into your embrace. I missed you. 


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