you and me

I like watching couples. They have composed a mythology of themselves, a web of discrete and idiosyncratic meanings at whose center they lie. Things travel between their glances, their smiles that you will never know, because it is the secret histories of lovers.

the mythic resonance of you and me

nestled, a throbbing egg of urgency

the total sum of the secret histories

written on our flesh by a tattoo of kisses

and trials of tears after windblown rages

 

 

 

The End

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