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tenting
near adolescence
in half-haired
mustaches &
ribbon
'd

eyes fixed on
the small stars,
small planets,
the tiny everythings.
waves wave a
slow opera;
eyes eye
light yet
unseen by other
seeing seas

the ones blue(
green
whatever colors
in and of between

the rose-ing cheeks of
thelegs ofthegirl
yourhands are in
between,
as you tell her
'such is love,
sweet-pea,
your eyes are
green because
they envy what
they see

a garden made of
symmetry

where buried deep,
bones of hearts of
loving beings
sleep.

shall we join
them, sweet?
in th ebellyo f an
aging rest?
or sit h ere in
silence, hastening our
peace? to love the
weep of a tear fell in
dream, or

swim the
life we've
still to
keep?