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When first I saw your ink on paper
It plucked me to do tender similar
I loved the way your thoughts did flow
It made my own words seed to sow

Brave and bold my thoughts you see
To try to be like greats the key
But when my ink well ran its course
Emily, my devoted force

Can I love you now in shadow?
My thoughts are past in sorrow
Just take it as the wind will blow
Handsome words that sometimes flow

Your memory will live on in me
And others too, as it should be
Thank you for the lovely words
Quivering flight like hummingbirds
Dedicated to Emily Dickinson

Somewhere in time I was meant to have you

to paint myself on the contour of your body

in shades of light and darkness,

between ecstasy of life and the sadness

decorating your eyes.

Somewhere in time I was meant to love you

to encrust myself deep in your bones

fusing my desires underneath your skin

lost in body and soul or someplace between

the oceans of your mouth and the skies.

Somewhere in time I was meant to find you

to stumble graciously into your dreams

planting smiles in early spring

harvesting kisses in fall making you mine

for long before I already knew

I was meant to have you somewhere in time.

“And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

― Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars
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