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coconut oil, slicked down
my legs in your lap, floppy sun hat, a dress
resembling those 1970s knitted hanging pot
holders.
reading a magazine, about bulbs.
barely glancing as you tell me about the day,
wiggling my toes so you rub my feet
while you lecture me.
staring at the empty spaces in the flower bed,
briefly thinking about our dark bedroom tonight,
and considering which color of wisteria
matches the munstead lavender mostest.
and you reach your climactic point -
about whatever it was and i smile sweetly,
lean over and kiss you,
and say "you are wonderful, dear".
and you, pleased with yourself,
nod triumphant, and begin sketching something new.
โดฒ.
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in every lifetime, i have found them again,
in case i have the opportunity to show you,
in my hands outstretched,
i remember. i still
carry the memory for us until i might carry
the trinkets,
then your fingers interlaced in mine,
if you have forgotten:
i will remind you.
cast like a pair of dice, you and i.
set to be snake eyes staring
at those who seek to defy our choices.
the air like orange blossoms this morning
and i think i will write you
a poem. on the wall.
maybe in a thousand years,
someone will see it and wonder how
they loved so wildly.
and once again, i will find some small animals
cast in brass. because gold is now precious.
and we were real.
โดฒ.
