Remember last year,
when I kissed you hello
and we talked about
the weather?
What I should have said was this:
I want to know you
like the seafloor
knows the current
and the earth
knows the radiant sun.
I want to sit with you
and talk far into the future
and deep into the past,
until there are
no more words.
I want to lay with you
on the soft moss,
for a century or more,
until we both
recall that moment
twelve thousand years ago,
when our eyes first met.
I want to wake up beside you,
fire, flood and setting sun.
I want to wake up before you,
before I even know
which body is mine.
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