What a day
Some spirit from the past
Shown the way
Through your young woman
Frame, the new century
Somehow you have gained
Access too, so you slither
Through, like a girl
Just out of high school
Yet you re teach these old
Tools, the excitement for life
I guess this is why we have
December to May
I guess this is why we have
Somewhere to stay, tonight
Like you said last night
As you sketched my frame
Into charcoal window panes
Like some long lost artist
We all spin in our own
Universe and then we collide
And spin inside of someone
Else’s, but like they
Say on TV, everything
Is temporary, so for this
Beautiful cocoon to bloom
Let us sunny hot & perfect loom
I will take your hand to mine
Like a student that teaches
Me back, maybe I will
Sip from your veins just
A wee bit longer
Stronger we both
Seem to be, getting
And letting, things just
Be the way they are
Seems just right to me
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