Yesterday it rained
and here cool gray clouds part
no more than five minutes ago
a silent knocking at my window.
Rich gold light,
I bid you enter to lay with me
upon my bed, and roll
pounding across my bedroom walls;
the sound of nails and countless hammers
taking shape in wood.
Build me monuments
of love and loneliness
and before you depart,
to drop out past smoke stacks
and behind mountains
just now untouched by winter,
kiss my sullen lips
and blind me with helio-platonic love,
because I can look down
upon the cars that pass
with lives inside
that live without ever knowing
we made love.












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is it single?
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