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Exploring the Art of Loving Better
Reflecting on the Untried Chapters of Our Love Story
Everyone else has left and we had.
to practice some more
and I desperately want to taste your lips.
tonight, and tonight and tonight.
when it comes to surrender
no one has to be on opposite sides but
something has to be given up.
and I’m ready to give up sleep.
to feel.
I think I love you better.
in words when I’m looking down
at the two of us
in that ancient bed in the old
apartment, black radiator buzzing
in early Spring and the people downstairs
trying to be as loud as we were
but probably with less tequila
than we had, reading through the play.
You open your mouth and the words.
that come out are mine.
and did I orchestrate this, write you into?
touch after all the dreaming I did, unable to hear.
between the lines or go and fix the
dreams themselves?
But you’re golden, you’re magnificent.
and I’m getting the feel for your skin.
and the rhythm of the pages
keeps arcing through the whole night.
while arms try to do what mouths
can do.
In the end you stayed long enough to
have brought daylight.
around and we hadn’t slept, spent all night.
reciting my words as love tried
to happen between us; but then, all these
years later, I wonder if we were even.
able to try.