I dream
of umbrella afternoons
with you.
your legs
poured into your shorts
teasing me
through shiny lips
that always pause
between “love” and “ you”
as if rechecking the possibilities
before awarding me
first place

I don’t mind, you know
you’re always here
by choice
lucky as I am
you’ve chosen to stay
this long

life is a series
of relationships
a sharing of gifts,
and the gifts
you’ve given me
( unaware as you might be )
run through my blood
giving me peace and comfort
I think sometimes
about silver and gold
and if it’s really the sun
warming me up
as much as my thoughts of you
I think too much, sometimes
when I am quite content
just holding you in the darkness
hoping my luck
doesn’t change

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