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Colleen Lyons Sep 2015
In your slumber, I find you
wandering deciduous Dreamland forests
under a harvest moon

waiting for me to arrive.

Your chocolate eyes melt
when we embrace,
bubbling forth your soul--

molten lava,
cooling in briny blue oceans
to create new earth.

Upon it,
my green eyes lay lichen and
bury the seeds

we've fertilized,

so that they may
mature into sequoias
from our

Love,
forever present.


Oh, how they'll reminisce about
the worlds we've created.

— The End —