and i imagine us
listening to sigur ros
under blankets
rows of flowers
buried our woes
in the faults of my bones
glow of rising light
eventual
morning star
the sound of
floating wings
gentle doves above
tumbling eyelash
fragrant bed of wheat
delicate oak
magnetic heat
quivering beauty
body like a river
essence of our Lord
in your
crumpled palm
bursting hint
kindling gives
obliging limbs
dreams of honeydew
clear skies and sunrise
calm forehead
apricot horizon
gracious wrist
crinkling eyes
sun-burnt hands
bronzed knees
our faces tanned
imagine laughter rising
from the chimney of a
snow-dusted mountain
who knows about tangled yarn or a falling feather
subtle working arms seems i know you more than ever
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