i don’t need you to
be constant,
just
present..
intermittently
or whenever you’ve
the space
for my head in
your heart.
romance
to discover myself
here with
you
is to find the key to a
home i once
knew.
synthesizers
soothe..
me into feather
mood,
so drive this beat right
down the road–
where you wait
at lover’s
bend
like music’s always
been my best
friend.
equals
in experience-
we express to open
eyes and
ears,
in light of our own
disclosures
we shed shared
tears.
i get too eager
whenever you’re near,
i crowd your
space-
breathe in your
face,
must take
a step back
to see you
clearer.
a heart holds
hidden
but still beating where
nobody hears
a sound,
i rest my ear
flush to your chest
to feel it
pound.
a trepid touch ignites ashes
on washed
skin,
like a stream
of dreams
untainted and flowing
towards no clear
ending-
to find pleasure in
the gentlest
of ripples.
i’ll pick the lessons
from your
truths
then follow each
down to its
root,
these long talks help
me through-
i’d miss love
songs
if you went
mute.
in pictures
of us-
i proudly stand
behind
pleased to blend into
background
while you pretty
up the frame.
if you fled with all
your flavors
i’d miss each
taste,
and were you to vanish
i’d die in search
of your
trace.
hands in the garden 
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