Red strip[e]

However you dress

forever you con-

fess half-

truth-

fully

is no way to

mull over lives

un

ful-

filled empt-

i-

lying in beautiful

fut-

ur-

e meadow of sheer

pleasures I miss

in your missington 

crescent of 

moonlit candle ill-

u-

mi-

nation:

and repair is not enough:

and fixing is not enough:

and nothing is

not

enough if en-

ought isn’t you

and me final-

lying to-

gathered as one …

… not in your bed;

not in mine;

not in the bed of a

saddier other

… rather, at last, in ours

e-

tender.

And hours I’ve waited:

hours upon hours upon

years, unheard:

unseen;

unvoiced;

for-

got-

ten (and may

be

moor).

Or maybe not.

Maybe no.

Maybe this is so untrue and

unfair: all this time 

we tomed the book of 

our lives and all that

we shut out

was the edit-

or – the bringer of glorious 

alternative:

the maker of our love re-

fewed 

and re-

trea

sure-

d.

So love you my dear, always will.

And I know you love me

too.

Always quill …

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