Send me roses
and silver boxes of
star-stuff
and I will love
you more for it.
Swing me from the highest bark
of a worn-out age-old Oak
that tunnels its roots into the dark soil-
the same way you clawed through the
frost of my dark heart.
Kiss me hard as we stand in the eye of a sandstorm
or the turbulence of families.
Hold me close when I stumble
in doubt of tomorrow
or a bad trip.
Let me be a part of you
in equal as you are a part of me.
Etch words like 'Destiny', 'Rose' and 'Time' on my palm.
Let Forever start now.
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