It happened.

A naive window reflected its cracks and went fall

Forward into blank sunlight.

Yellow stained hair fell into pools upon backs

Until the day seemed one with our breathing.

For you think you know what you do not–

This world is prepared for much harboring of love.

It is difficult because it is more than a single rhyme,

A single kiss. It consists of effort in consistency

Under skin where touch glows:

Our unity with a time untold.

November 16, 2013


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