Up there in the dark rain clouds
You laid nostalgia mattresses for us
We lay there speaking of dreams,
Dressed in silk, drenched in sweat
Clinging to dear life in each other's breath
Open skies laughed and poured
Cozy sheets, cushioned tantrums
All of me in all of you, and more
And yet we asked for just a little more
There are those that collect flowers,
dry them in treasured books
and on such a day laden with dreamy clouds,
Run their fingertips along the contours
of solidified time, each other's arms;
And then there are those
who use their calenders
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