imagine

first times

some writing on the first read
blows me away
and on the second read
is still damn good
but by the third
starts to fall apart
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by the time I read my own writing
all I see are thirds
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I think back on so much of my life
so many places I travelled
where the memories are golden
yet, never, it seems
are they golden twice
never in the same way
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I wonder if kisses are this way

so I wrote:

I want to kiss you
just once
and I want it known
between you and I
before;
there will be no
other
this is it
this one kiss
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now imagine that
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imagine living this way
to love something so fully
so complete
we can let it go
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imagine each day this way
each hug
each look
each touch
where fingers are galvanic
and shoulders soft
and breath warm of wintergreen
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and to love something so purely
there is no longing
or wanting
or wishing
or regret
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and there is no desire
to go back
to look back
upon what is no longer there
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nor to look forward
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imagine that kiss
that eternal melting of flesh
of breath given
and taken
of arms as vines
and eyes with nowhere else
to be