When this imperfect world tilts
we roll the other way
grasping one another’s hand
regal, like a Da Vinci painting and
life
is our canvas on which
we splay rich colors
of our souls

we have stopped the sand flowing
for time is of no import
rapt in these crystal moments
magnified
we worship our love, we
adorn ourselves in
Eden’s glory

on this raft drifting, midst calm
or tempest, we cling to tender embrace
to the promise of genuine smiles and
a new morning’s epiphany
of caresses.

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