direct my marbly irises to yours: all springtime and leaves about to
turn colour.
i see canyon roads and the houses of those neighborhoods we claimed as ours, that time you said,
'people live inside everyone of those' and i kissed your face twice for being
remarkably profound.
i painted our love to memory, each pastel stroke like a grain of sand on a beach my feet
long to retrace.
it is all there, orbiting through eyes that are what i know of
Untainted beauty,
lying sideways on sundays with slanted light and full hearts,
the absence of which is insurmountable.
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