a look changes
in the sky
dark
where light lies forgotten
lost in endlessness
might
gone is the time
when we were nothing more
than ours
yours and mine
yoursandmine
why is there a price
for everything that is high
up on the clouds
nine and mine and yours
ours
forever
almost
*
crested waves of laughter
spill slowly
in the warmth
of the fire that sheds
a light fantastic
in the heat of
smooth warm lengths
that carry loneliness
…
and there is a memory
that smiles in sadness
when you wish there had been
more of a yes
than a flat-out no
where, when
like the thinness of
overused velvet
what was once
that and that
and that, yes
so…
lovely, lovingly
alive
was spent, rent
twisted
into unrecognition
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