birthday anniversary 56

in which She
began it,
perfectly,
the only one that has
found us together,
shared laughing
and loving
in sunny weather;
She looks in my eyes,
and tells me that
She loves me,
as I am consumed;
I have this night,
and this day,
and another night
with Her,
and I need only
to trap it under
my eyelids,
and barricade it
in my ears,
reverberating.



July 11, 2010.

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