so much
has happened
deep water
under every bridge
those things
we all touch
such a sweet taste
to do and be
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
pasted with love
on every fridge
as if
what we
see and do
could be
anything
but new
yet thin soup
cold broth
that somehow
seems uncouth
dry mouth
strange dreams
dry tongue
that longing
vampire tooth
maybe
if we earned
perfect dreams
those that are
truly real
those learned masters
of that
emotional universe
where motion seems
like mystical truth
would help us
evade love's disasters
in that
resistant instance
life doesn't
mince words
give thought
all that heaven
we never got
maybe pure water
would wash away
all those
insistent fears
even where
irrational existence
has never begun
to be forgiven
we were
out sailing
that one
good day
was even
providential
deferentially fair
but providence
eventually turned
summoning raging storm
intentionally yearning
for those difficult things
we never understood
uncommon air
wicked water
washing us
into another
lover's fray
something torrential
where love
just could not stay
tears from heaven
all our latent fears
sweeping love away
those hopeful things
we are honestly given
that sweet taste
we long for
that needy love
we too often die for
what if we
never drown
what if we
never die
too much
thin soup
keeping us
ravenous
forever hungry
making us
fall down
collapse and cry
what if all that
exasperating emotion
suddenly stopped
what if true love
never found us
what if sweet love
never flopped
scribbled notes
old faded pictures
setting sail
for a perfect coast
where love
could save us
where good
would never pale
where love and joy
would forever
live with us
help us survive
every raging storm
be with us
when and where ever
we set sail
navigating
to that perfect place
where perfect love
could never fail

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