Thursday, May 21, 2020

50 Years of Marriage


if we die together that last breath those dear values, to curse a little, to chuckle laughter a nervous voice those tears. we would pry so sweetly we would engulf helium if but to clear that path. such raw pathologies sore deepened secrets to have held to them for fifty years. our cupboards with fair china our desks carry dreams our minds like trestles, this valley of love-letters those pagan categories where us was faithful on or broken. his best friend, her favorite mentor, such venomous nectar; to circuit into wilderness to cause a pencil to move where electricity has built its home. a larger piece of us by candent fires so smelted such gold to hold one last breath. as seers filtering secerns while it was life every excruciating pain. by flame so there as bedded in diamonds; our pure dependence our unilateral focus those parallel hostilities. to have screamed for justice while seated in estuaries but too cold where warmth was leaping hearts. those night-fevers those parapsychic antennae while deer or antelope come so close for affection. beauty as deathless, or wrinkles as memories, such dining or flustered where a mother undressed our calm. by framework or tolerance as would come to you, these furies those mountains or just to scream one note; those liquidity eyes or a margin’s symposium while we wait for the mystery we’ve worshiped. bracts flavor our garden, unclad passion favors our brains, while wizened we must depart.           


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