we are sitting on a conjunction, you… …… i…. conjugating the world between us to our likeness as best we can we pause/knowing there is only so far we can go yellow traffic lights are our emblem. also… we creep towards bliss slide as languidly as possible in the direction of kiss not wanting to destroy chances to create knowing we may have been too late to taste the wonders in each other the twine of matrimonied lovers one far day so we stay transfixed to this transition…. too…. we invent a space to live a home in each other’s hearts neither friend only nor lover yet simply love unexamined or debated adoration demonstrated on page’s words to be one day heard in verse of song or lifted out of souls that long to recall each other. but differently. for this is no re-run of near past, no. our world is a stage where the same players repeat similiar dances through ages immemorial our ancestral memory is shared choreographed fight with fate repaired i sit in quiet recollection of eyes that used to drink me on quiet nights deep in the delta of the Niger showing me how love is supposed to be how real men love unafraid in this world let the world-bound dispute our shared remembrance… spirit’s knowledge overrules… in addition…. mortal realms eventually interrupt our silent reflection of day’s past forcing us to look upon today again where we do not know where our heart’s embrace will

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