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- Montana III
- 2021-06-24
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- My physical body
- cannot hope to constrain
- or even, for a moment, detain
- the love I have for you,
- just deform
- in hopes of fitting
- and be okay with leaving me forlorn.
- I want to live in eternal spring
- with you,
- lover of all things good and true.
- I want to live where the flowers are always in bloom
- and the baby birds have just hatched
- and the sprouts poke out from the soil
- from the patch
- in our backyard
- without hard-
- ship, without sweat, without toil,
- without insects that only yearn
- to bite the skin meant for you to do the same
- in the night when our hearts burn.
- My heart sings
- when you are nearby, my love,
- and your mere touch is enough
- to melt the most arctic of snows,
- the guardian of the missing shard of my soul,
- my beatific Dead End King.
- ***
- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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