can we
escape sublime epiphonies
and run rampid
through thoughts of
here and now

not eternaties

can we move like the wind
soft and smooth
changing course
getting rough
and ridged

should we howl like wolves
at the full moon?
or spin webs of silk
the way aracnid do?
or even come to terms with our mortality
and find a way to breathe
more easily?

would you kiss me in the regions of black sand
and caress my pink rose
it's scent saturating what makes you a man
and if all of these things do come true
one day
would it be okay
to say
i love you


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