I want in your eyes to meet speechlessly, embracing me
Fireweed honey dripping from tongue like passion kiss;
But instead if you choose to be grabbing me, angrily
unlike this, pressing me with brute profanity, painfully, I resist
kissing only mucus, a love most remiss
This I can not embrace speechlessly, can love triumph over sin?
What I love about sunshine is its perspiring kiss
What I hate about storms are there lack of forgiveness
What I love about old deco buildings are their promises of guilded mystery hiding
behind cobwebs
What I hate about demolished buildings is their hurricane of old dust swirling
amidst twisted rebar
What I love about hiking trails are their meadow mysteries and ferny scent
What I hate about leaving the trails are missing out on sunsets reflected in
azure lakes
What I love about leaving trails are the songs we sing lulling each other into
smiles
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