in secret i whisper, "my lover."​

of course by the transmission i send in my eyes

you already found me out

                 yes, i am yours.​

i regress to a schoolboy.​

these bones have taken harvests

and yet thank you for giving me my youth again - ​

it is not a time but rather a form of existence.​

i see you in the mirror as i look at myself

and i sense the muse you've created in me.​

of course the paint i apply as it dries is also

a rendition of your masquerade.​

you are a dragonfly suddenly on the water -​

so you take on my rivers,

you take on the heat of my blood,​

and you took my breath as i exhaled this adorable verse.​

i've never met a goddess who could match my desperate heart. ​

but here you are. finally. thank god. ​

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