each time a poet confesses the same love in a new way,
it is a moment one can truly never recreate.
just as a beach collects ashes from another dying stone,
this miracle allows sand to grow.
and as my words gather-
fall from my lips and slip through your hands-
a soft bay is what we have made
to fall upon-to hold this warmth
from the light of a future filled full of love
and joyous laughter.
upon a quilt switched from memory and inspiration
I lay next to the woman I want to waste with-
until the age of reckoning.
and once we pass
my heaven would be to live past
the age of one-hundred,
lost in a future time
seeing your smile through a strangers eyes,
again and again for
longer than  eternity.
even at the cost of my memory
just knowing our souls
would seek to stay intertwined
falling in love as if it was the first time-
makes me smile the same way you make me smile to this day
and forever

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