If granted one last time
To relive the past of gold
Mountains that we climb
As reckless and bold,

So to correct the errors
While regaining tomorrow's glory
To alleviate the recurring terrors
Of today's story

What of it could meddle
With the intertwinings
Made by yesterday's paddle
For today's silver linings?

An epoch to be rewritten:
Will it revise the next chapter
Or make memories forgotten
If I change a single chapter?

I picture love in a vignette of outstretched fingers, caramel and cream latching on and letting go.
drifting closer and apart and landing all across each others bodies like restless butterflies.

I close my eyes and see these landings and liftoffs
intertwinings and extractions.

bringing us together and apart and everywhere in-between.
but always,
reaching.