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Sira Jul 2014
sometimes I wonder if it's you who is lost or if it is I
tied to each other by spider silk
as delicate as a whisper
as strong as a promise (or whiskey)

our laughter booms forth
as loud as the trucks rambling off the freeway
as pure as the water we consume
our limbs entwined in sheets peppered with dog hair

endless stories fall from your lips
a boy not yet a man
a man with the heart of a boy
of far off lands, of another world

your eyes sparkle secretively
devilishly, mirthfully, wondrously
you lips curl cloyingly
slyly, impishly, lovingly
conjuring ways to trouble and adore me

if only tonight could last forever
there will be no other like it

tendrils of marlboro blends cling to the air
permeating the drawers, the walls, the sheets
and underneath it all
a heady fragrance burns and smolders

i fish for my lessons of you
in sleepless nights, in strength
measured in casts of iron
of release, acceptance, presence

the snow has melted with the rush of rain
permafrost given way to daffodils
how time slips away when i'm with you

let it be.

— The End —