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My gift to you is your love for me,
awakening sleeping currents.
Your gift to me,
a healing balm applied with your eyes,
seeing only possibilities.
Our joy is in the coming together,
sweetened daily by separation.
Reveling in our senses,
needing to be needed,
singing songs and spitting fire.
Not wanting to ask the questions we don’t already have the answers too.
Seeing only yesterdays,
today becomes a blur,
colored by a lovers prejudice.
Our love, a three day rose
blooming, savored,
pressed and cherished.
Brief remembering end to quickly.
With halting anticipation our future unfolds
Jamar |
