Are you scared?
Me too.
The scarier the better:
lets get bold in our loverisks.
The sour lady's face is probably stuck that way,
living miserably,
forgetting to make lemonade.
We're gracious as trail strangers,
I'll follow your body anywhere.
Something you said reminded me
of elephant graveyards,
like I found my way back to you,
and I was suddenly overcome
by the beauty of everything.
I ache to scatter my ashes in your mind
to ritualize this moment,
to carve my initials into your cement.
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