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Minutes turn into hours, hours become days.
Weeks, months and years transpire
and still, I love you.
The mind shuts down to preserve the heart
but still, muffled memories surface
and smothered passions simmer.
No knowing when, or even why; no reason
rendered from that which has no reason,
no sense obtained from the senseless.
Yet, I roll over clear consciousness
of you embedded in my soul
and like skin on silk
savor the boundlessness of love.
You linger in the vapid midst
that I then aspirate.
Imagination resurrection--a defiance
of the death that you chose over life
loving me.
I wear you like a favored black sweater
cable knit worsted wool, long-lost,
never forgotten.
Minutes turn into hours, hours become days.
Weeks, months and years transpire
and still, I love you.
The mind shuts down to preserve the heart
but still, muffled memories surface
and smothered passions simmer.
No knowing when, or even why; no reason
rendered from that which has no reason,
no sense obtained from the senseless.
Yet, I roll over clear consciousness
of you embedded in my soul
and like skin on silk
savor the boundlessness of love.
You linger in the vapid midst
that I then aspirate.
Imagination resurrection--a defiance
of the death that you chose over life
loving me.
I wear you like a favored black sweater
cable knit worsted wool, long-lost,
never forgotten.