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A Conjugation of Love
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Many Years Later
You still sit beside me as I rested after a long day,
brushing my hair out of my face.
At dusk we go into the kitchen,
you wash the lettuce and tell me about your day,
I laugh, forget things, and cut carrots into funny shapes.
And there are breadcrumbs and spilled wine on the tablecloth,
we still haven’t quite figured out how to be better at this,
but in the fading sunlight we are learning, God we are learning.
Before falling asleep
I look for your hand to touch mine.
Love is not difficult.
Not difficult at all.
California
for Li
The moment you came close I knew
there was an ocean inside you
that I will soon drown in. I could
forget everything but the sunshine
in your skin, still warm, still warm
on my tongue.
No matter what happens, my love,
your body will forever haunt mine –
all I have to do is breathe,
and I return to you, a land
where red poppies and I bloom.
And when I kissed you in the rain,
vulnerable yet alive, the sky
was no longer a sky,
and your name
was no longer a name.
On My Way Home The Rain Stopped
and suddenly, in the familiar colors
of this nightfall, I remembered
your wine-stained lips,
our stolen kiss.
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