We roamed without paying attention,
unknowingly aiming our paths towards the conjuncture in which we would find each other,
prematurity would have been a bad idea, like dark rum and car keys,
a possibility that made me slaver and snivel,
ethereal connection,
blessed be,
blessed be my path, for it found yours
the purloined idea struck my head,
thunderstroke with lethargic pace,
peer at my face,
who could the erstwhile erase?
the moon that pushed us away stands in my hand while I try to outstare the sun that greeted our mellow embrace,
welcomed our conviction, bestowing grace on our endeavours,
antediluvian summer breezes freshly fluttered the hairs off my visage,
the moment I realized,
the bleak midwinter made us seek warmth and shelter in each other,
the moment we met,
my chain, wet,
lubricated my pain to slide off elsewhere,
my sun, stares,
your love fills me from stadions with immaculate untruced delirium,
unjust beauty abusing my mind,
blessed be the second we changed the scriptures,
thinking alike,
time with spikes,
back on stripes,
strangely strike,
blessed be the moment we touched,
a hundred hundred thousand dominoes in line,
one led to the other,
plummeting attire,
making our way home,
the way led by your river in spate,
it took me where I needed to be,
movement judged by your rule, sealing my redemption
paying my trespasses with soul,
the delicate tact against your hips forgave the sins I could not see,
divine oddisey of your breath, stealing mine,
the path of your hands rushing strokes perpendicularly through the past on my back,
crushing time,
gentle soul,
collapsed like the falling tree that brings wreckage to the wild lost forest,
bringing heaven to my hell,
one stroke at a time,
one step forward, three inside,
telling me that I am yours,
rushing patience,
Only for my life, for life, life for life, life for a night,
unable to outrun my weight,
ownership,
had to do it,
had to make it happen,
heavy breathing
intensification,
equilibrium,
calm after the storm,
Is it everything or something you dreamed of?
fell closer to the stars that responded to the claps with explosions back,
a corrupted man with a gift,
sangfroid and detritus with nowhere to sit,
we made our chairs,
blessed be,
blessed be our chairs,
bénie soit ma sainte chance,
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