I have woken up…quite sloshedfrom night-mingled rainsa little drugged, by mountain fogsI have been kidnappedfor years....by a mere kiss.
the time will come, my dearwhen I will hold you closeand all will beright againin the world.
Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.
I wouldn't mindif life left me...winglessburnt to cindersripped by stormsscattered...like weedscelestially woundedwithout cherry blossomsto perish withbut I would crywith head held in my handsif it left me...unfulfilled.
for all I can really do isstand herein September’s rainsavoring…soaking it all inslipping..and simplyholding on to poetryfor dear life.
At the end of the day all we ever need is something that helped pass the time and something that keeps time from passing.
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