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love must be such a strange thing

Believe that I’m in heaven
And that you’ll go there as well
When our bodies touch the earth again
When the people cry
‘Cause they’ll believe that we have left
Oh, our souls will touch the sky again
And they will glow, they will glow
‘Cause they’ll be home…

~*~

and darling, i love

your bruised wings and celestial voice

stirring up the empty wind

with soft static noise

.

and darling, i love

your fading chocolate eyes

melting into sun’s golden horizons

in stars of sugar and spice

.

and darling, i love

your imperfect revelations

more immaculate than a stippled saint’s

breathtaking at every revolution

.

and darling, i love

your sentimental mind’s muse

gossamer creeds and caustic exhilaration

that i wouldn’t ever dare to refuse

.

and darling, i love

your unique ability to make me feel

beating my solipsistic heart back

into a lukewarm pulse tangible and real

.

and darling, i love

the clemency of your pensive soul

and how it never even hurts me

when into its beckoning embrace i fall

.

and darling, i love

even though it’s a steadfast ache

until the night my eidetic serenity withers

i’ll dream of you when i’m awake

.

and darling, i love

you.

~*~

If I can’t have you
That’s okay with me
Just as long as I know
That you’re living free…

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