Thrival, dear B[e]

I lived and 

loved and strove 

to do 

more than sur-

vived, and and de-

lived and de-

loved and de-

prided.

But something was 

there which 

stopped it from hap-

penned; and for 

strange reason untold

never was I bold

enough-

ed to break free,

nor able to brake the 

taking of my life-

‘s 

d’you sees: the es-

sense of my beings

so many and 

so far flung – yet never 

well hung for

anyone.

And then, and 

now, and suddenly so

weirdly, and and every

thought-

ed moment involved:

the briefest flash

of your eyes so

gorge-

oh-

us (and

the wisp of

your golden 

hair, and 

your future too,

and your lips, only

making words for

you I guess – though for

me, even then,

it was love being made

like olden Fitzgerald-

liked times and mores):

and so I realise I now 

want 

much

much

more

of you.

I don’t just want

this.

I want what this should

lead to.

I want what a kiss

becomes and sounds 

and draws away

from 

momentarily, as

sudden realisation drags us

free!

For no longer is it a question

of mere survival: 

for you,

B[e], and me,

it is thrival!

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