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Jan 2016

First & Foremost

a friendly competition,
not of erudition,
more a contest of
speedy eruption

who will be first,
for quenching their thirst,
on not any but only
day of their togetherness,
to declare, swear, affirm,
that their love for the other
is the greater

a race
where both win,
by crossing the
ever-moving forward,
the unfinished line

a never static series,
much more thanΒ merely being
a claimant of a trite first place,
more akin
to momentarily being
at the head of an unending
(1 + 1 > 2)
solvable if and when
leap frogging
over each other,
extending their combined reach

when one is
to pronounce
this daily blessing
at the
beginning of the
new awakening twenty four,
of their joint custodied
silently implied,
I love you
with a simple syrup summary

first and foremost

one, if by pillowed whisper
two, if by text

a succint messag to the other,
their love is coming fresh direct,
with an invading intensio,
deserving recognition
that a new edition will be
on this very day,
with the
same exact
freshly steaming coffee'd,
bannered headline,
that my love for you,
my darling sweetheart is

first and foremost

condensing with a
yellowing smiley face,
in these illiterate days of emoticons,
yellow carded,
though summarizing acceptable as

F & F

that have been adjudged
to be
an A-Ok entry,
in the contest
without a foreseeable ending

that no one,
but only both,
can possess
the winning record

Jan. 9, 2016
Written by
Nat Lipstadt  M/nyc
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