Hours
of proximity
were warm bursts.
We swam through the chills.
In the concrete ocean,
we were the insistent blooming trees.
Hours
they passed by
and came again
changed slightly
we went through them with care
we plodded
until we landed
on the bench
Ignoring the table’s distant chair
Silence was our primary song
but laughter, the kind that comes
from those that believe little
and sense too much,
creased the sides of your mouth
and roared from my cavern
Poor circulation
a hand in another's pocket
for the final
stroke home.
Winter not relenting
spring succumbing
sauce and meat
dinner
with legs crossed
on the floor.
We were before something
and we were something
The last hour
a super glue operation
You hold the sunglasses together
I'll apply the glue
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