a different kind of love
A Different kind of love
Easily in and out you breathe, with lungs unsullied by cigarette smoke,
siesta nap a lazy Sunday on afternoon when flowers and sky are
recklessly nude
Breath taking, the silence, if you should stop; I would fall a chasm of
pale rainbows, stillborn moons, rusty stars where words of love are
unheard of.
Inhale and exhale my dear, snore too if you must, but don’t leave me
alone in city parks where old men sit spit and tell passers-by how old
they are.
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