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Synchronized Breath
we gotta bend somewhere
to accomodate for a rhyme
and we gotta end somewhere.
so the sun might merely
partially shine
on unfinished lands.
but for a click in time
glasses clink
to the blink of an eye.
and drinks coincide
with the pink of a sky
on the brink
of a cry
as we link
for a sigh...
sweet, sweet synchrony.
it is not without reason...
pour red wine
over wind chimes:
let the silver tubes
bleed drunken harmony
over sober lakes.
give and take.
crimson shaded ripples,
inebriated,
sway
to your breath,
breeze
of your
a
bi
li
ty
to deconstruct
and carve my treadless ramp
to steps.
thank you.
we are living
in each other.
bless you
my inconsequential
lovers...
