like the lingering taste
of summer’s sweet wine
inviting our hearts to dream
are those private moments
between lovers
lovers
nonconformity…
soaked to the bone
laughing hysterically
others ran for shelter
we decided to count raindrops
and we’re still counting
watching lovers quarrel…
what happens to love
when no one compromises
pulling with equal force
back and forth with friction will
all love’s fibers unravel
morning light…
like a lover’s kiss
dawn’s light enters the bedroom
our new day’s awake
our new day’s awake
moving quietly around
not one sound is made
not one sound is made
as it touches each closed eye
like a lover’s kiss
it was so damn obvious…
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she sat
carefully analyzing
her dreams
according
to
university standards
using
a dream dictionary
she kept
on the nightstand
just in case
she had
a meaningful
experience at night
she began
considering
the underlying
events
hoping
to
unify her body
mind
and spirit
through self-exploration
hoping
to unlock
the latent agents
of those dreams
maybe
arguments
with friends
lost lovers
fears
as well as
an array
of approach-avoidance
possibilities
only
to find
a half-eaten piece
of pizza
beside
the bed
def…
she defines
herself
within
his eyes
his words
his thoughts
his desires
desires that died
and so
she vanished
into the pages
of a book
as a footnote
on love
lovers’ final decree…
we’ve needed
to have this conversation
for a while
you see
things are
just not working out
i realize
we’ve been together
for a long time
but let’s face it
all we do
is argue about money
how to spend it
best way to budget it
who we should help with it
and
at every turn
we disagree
we’ve grown apart
i’ve matured
and
you
you’ve become
well
self-absorbed
you spend
most of your time
trying to influence others
like some nouveau riche kid
image has become
more important
than anything
that you promised me
and now
now
you’re shutting down
on me
it’s time
don’t you agree
to
out source
congress
sculpture…
tears
emerging
from
ivory eyes
carved
by a lover’s hand
a last farewell
to youth’s memories
when
eye to eye
and
breath to breath
their love
was shared
and
there
was
no
tomorrow
winter’s passion…
an untended fire
glows with passion
as night begins
but quickly dies
as winter winds set in
dolus…
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