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Hop.

I like your happiness, with a hop. You waiting for the car slowly twisting around the church, past the lake I just photographed. Starting to walk across the farm, by the fresh spinach rows, you know where the apples are… You like to fetch sticks in between. You help guide all the guests to the entrance, running towards afternoon sun on tan grass. A shadow dog is trying to play, chasing you under your paws, fast.

I am not... Go vegan.

You most certainly are not, precious one.

I carry you.

I bask in suns of your countries marked in lines on your face, years too soon. Deep in you, I see you, in your brown-hazel eyes, when you speak. It nourishes me to know what is most cherished by you, what makes you glow, who broke you, and how to make you whole. I feel the sand… Somewhat wet, and cushioning my feet and all the arches, and the reflex points making me lean into you, unequivocally.

I glide under city and Gods.

I float on land covered by water, Peacefully, gracefully, and wherever I want. I glide under Gods of, City, Cloud, Moon, Sun. And where sunshine and rain meet as one. I hear the new and old concrete, And the sounds, and, Buildings forcing the, Bend in air. The air I share with you between, A window showing me, and, Each pier. And the current reflecting me. Drifting indefinitely, In a definite world.

I wait for you in seasons.

Your silk and skin drape over me, The red in a crimson sunset, Complimenting me. My pink under gold of your, Smile and bloom. I love you beyond close and here. I wait for you in seasons, Fall to winter, and past cold. You are life and bold, Returning, allowing me to, Admire the brightness of your glow. Stay with me until November arrives, And fall leaves, Disappear. Only I awake when you are within,

I watch over you.

I watch over you, soldier, From above. Calling out, For eyes more powerful, Than my own. To guide me, To see you, Clearly from so far, Over water, Between desert and forest. Look up, Those are the stars. When you feel the wind, Lean back. I’m whispering to you, From your left side, “I’m right here, In your arms.” The touch, From someone else, When you’re both alone, So far.

I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma, Watching you, too, My eyes on you from this bed, Lying in between wake and rest. I see last night on your skin, The marks and stress. Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll be taking care of you, In just a moment. Seeing you now, Bare back I’d kiss. Pantyless, I can’t help grabbing hold, Stroking, Thinking what to do to you next. I’m leaning back imagining you, but,

Impossible.

I think of you sometimes, what was once you. How our talks use to go, the ones before I could have a boy in my room. Just you and me on the phone, claiming one another so we both know. Convincing me to meet you in the night, between the willow trees’ path and dark drenched in moonglow. How could I say no. I recognize not knowing you, the face now showing you.