Friday

 

sidewalk dinner date 4 two.

   the afternoon swallows the night

                            (  whole, entire, full   )

everyt h i n g             becomes still

candles to give us light

                             f o o d to give us     l o v e

between you and I

     skies melt, angels disappear

to whisper sweet nonsense

                        into our ears

we sense the feeling of life

              through    s o u l s

as they touch

   right before the velvet     M O O N

waves goodbye

  kiss me   o n e   last time 

                           before it stops the rain

 

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