i've never been good at | 1 |
recalling moments | 2 |
but i can tell you | 3 |
the significance of dates | 4 |
fractures in time | 5 |
detailing my past | 6 |
as intervals deeper | 7 |
than a time and place | 8 |
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and the poets in all their prime | 9 |
collaborating storybook fantasies | 10 |
and what love should look like | 11 |
could never imagine | 12 |
that God Himself did so create | 13 |
a masterpiece so great | 14 |
on that idealistic day | 15 |
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a painting much too beautiful | 16 |
that if you inhale it all at once | 17 |
your lungs will weaken with air | 18 |
and then collapse | 19 |
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and i could tell you | 20 |
the pigment in his cheek bones | 21 |
the temperature of my blood | 22 |
boiling through my veins | 23 |
rushing to my head | 24 |
as it was being released | 25 |
every word he spoke with his eyes | 26 |
and then said | 27 |
the melody of music | 28 |
rolling through hills | 29 |
as he silently danced with me | 30 |
the angle at which | 31 |
he layed | 32 |
and confessed the thoughts | 33 |
repeating and trailing | 34 |
across his head | 35 |
the shapes of shadows | 36 |
enclosing the area as we neared dusk | 37 |
the elevation at which | 38 |
i lost my breath | 39 |
and the precise moment | 40 |
it was regained | 41 |
as he pulled me closer to him | 42 |
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but i lose myself | 43 |
when i try to explain | 44 |
why nothing before | 45 |
and nothing since | 46 |
has been as real | 47 |
because of that fateful day | 48 |
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the meaning buried between | 49 |
a month and a day of the week | 50 |
solemnly lingering on | 51 |
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september: | 52 |
merely what romance has given me | 53 |