never would be disappointed
in your efforts, when effort
is an ethereal harness, never
would force you off your
throne, never sour on gifts,
never refuse a kiss, never
mishandle your bones,
when the tedious minutia
of survival dissuades you
from metamorphosis
i will follow you up the hill,
will cradle you in the abyss,
will envelop you in everlasting
faith, will amaze, will walk
by the browning swamps,
will tell you how gorgeous,
how marvelous, how strong,
how soft, how sweet, how
you make me sing and make
me shake, and each time
we meet again
it all comes back to me,
your chiseled nose
and life-trapping smile,
wrapping me in all the
wonderful sounds you make.
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