I want to hold the fingers that you possess like the universe holds the planets in line
Together we align like a rubriced kingdom like any good war that was one
I want to call mine what is yours
Your love your breath your imagination and wishes. The fears that hold you back and the longings that wake you everyday. 
These could be ours if we built on it such as a house with books and soft linen

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When I wish about you it’s a house sown into a forest
And I’m waking up to warm sheets smelling of fresh romance
Your empty space is symbolized by wrinkled fabric and heat
Remembrance
Securely bowed drops like a cellos riff
Sleek porcelain waiting for two masses to occupy
Pancake mix is waiting in the near future
Bliss. You and I. Mornings.

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before the day is done

I will be meant to love

thrashing around in seats of stone

you love me, and I am alone

I constantly scratch and hiss

at myself because of this

with misinterpreting eyes

it’s rain before the desert dries

i’m not meant to love long

instead wander and forget

how I ever became so dazed

but what’s happiness then momentary

distraction