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Somewhere in the back rooms of my mind a light went on. I'm trying to figure out if I've ever seen that little glow before. Like the irises in your eyes. It reminds me why I fell in the first place. Moments that beckon to that whatever-future hovering just out of reach. I'm in no hurry to get there because your petals on the side of this highway are all I want to smell right now. Wind chimes blow some forgotten tune in through my ears. I swear if I can listen hard enough into the shell I can hear your soul calling from another lifetime. Washing me upon this shore. Never daring to imagine, too frightened to let it in, and to scared of failure I never hoped. But in between your lips when you smile I can see my horizon. The sun always sets upon your chest. There are moons I realize now I've never seen. Blue and red..to match your backside after we've exhausted our passionate selves. And the ocean..the gurgling...after you've consumed me can be heard echoing through the small skin above your tummy as I lay down to rest. I'd dive into you and stay a mermaid just to hear your head. To feel the soft supple waves of pleasure wash down your spine and tickle my nose as they wash us out. Forever was a word meaning nothing until today. Rewriting itself for tea leaves not read out loud yet. I'll caress your being so carefully as I lay here. Smiling with only anticipation in my veins. Blowing out my protective cares to wash over you and make you whole again. Here in the bubble of time standing still we'll climb some mountain you suddenly dared to dream. I'll take your hand and pull you close and drag you into me again. The sun always rises upon the small of your back. My fingers outline black thin lines of destiny etched into your skin eons ago. Something you said before you knew words was whispered to one of my cells. It's here I've found my Eden in the small folds of your bellybutton. Caressing your feet to give you strength I roll over to stare into the skies you made for me. Realizing yesterday was meant for today like the storybooks said. Yet, at the end of each day I always come back to smell your flowers and watch the sunset over your chest.