If just for respect of that union knotted by the
hands of virgin clouds
If just for the beauty that spread so gently on the
sturdy hands of intimacy
For the last day of spring
Let us meet
Let us clasp the hands of our hearts to that
familiar beat
Just before the day looks to the east
Let our eyes dine at the table of what’s to be
But never will
At least for one time
At least for one last kiss
You and I are the 8th wonder of the
world
And to the land of everlasting paradise
We are its first
For one last time
Rise with me
Melt my skin
Quench your suppressed thirst
With all of me
Waltz with my spirit in our world, where only we
exist
When lost in those stares
Eyes that say
more than we can ever begin to utter or fathom
If for one last time
Touch me with untamed truth
Make me nervous with familiar scents
If only for once
Lend me a breath of life…again
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