the breath from your blue eyes
Was more thrilling than i thought.
you strum a guitar.
i knew you knew this
But want to end our silence-
a strange breathing fawn.
I knew that love
was not a moments glancing
or brief holding dream.
I knew it was not
a grand palace to steal from
where illusions gleam
and this was not a
starry passageway to warmth
with honey burning.
so I felt relieved
for knowing the difference, but
I still wish for truth.
still
it’s nice to return
to memory that’s lasted
three minutes in time
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