[from last night]
my love the days felt smooth
as you ride down the plains
through bouncing hills:
how long have you danced
upon the grass of this garden
before you dreamed of the softness
of my chest?
i saw drawings on pages
of two lovers in embrace
and i thought of you:
how i wish to be the charcoal
that keeps you drifting
over to me
where i dream
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