for Bonnie

how does one exhale on a single page
that which holds no boundaries…presuppositions?
how does the omnipotent artist improve upon
what can only be imitated?
simple sweetie...
that which comfortably reverberates between
two tell tale hearts
once more washed up upon
decompression’s turquoise shore

the afternoons…evenings
we both hold in such high esteem
when time stops to catch its breath
reexamine the very continuance of itself
each atoll subtly different
in foliage…growing geography
than the insanity that landed us
to reaffirm the inverse
only weeks before

happily exiled
from our divided continents of 9 to 5
we stroke and tease the meaning
from movies of relevance
bottles of wine
whilst defiantly celebrating our existence
with rich dining and songs
amid the uncertainty of supposed end times

our drama is but a hiccup
on the litmus of romance
and yet we both radiate as strontium
with a half life of millennia
together rising above our separate coral
of trials and tribulations
unabashedly shouting out to a world
of smoke – razor – mirrors
“and your point is???”





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07/01/2016

Posted on 07/01/2016
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