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“Fantasy”
The lonely road, baked in the sun,
Covered with a layer of terra cotta,
It winds itself into a mobius strip,
Continuing on well into insanity.
The drops fall slowly,
Gaining power as they multiply,
Until the heavens are showering in duality,
The droplets reflecting the still present glow of the sun
It is a picture from a storybook,
The creation of a mind,
And so I stop the rush,
I try to take in the experience,
And I live for the first time.
The rain feels cold against my skin,
And I blush and turn red,
And wash away my fear
We’re standing in the sunlight,
Bathing ourselves in paradox,
Set to create as wondrously as nature.
Your touch brushes the beading water off of my skin,
Changing the chill into a warm glow,
My hair falling limp into my face,
Yours revealing more of your beauty
We are two, yet we are one,
Much the same way that the sun steals a few forbidden moments in the rain,
And in these moments we lose each other,
And we meld into one,
Sharing the experience that defines us,
And when we separate ourselves out,
We will bring with us pieces of one another,
To carry forever as reminders,
As memories we dare not forget for as long as we can hold on.
We’ll never recreate,
We’ll never relive,
We’ll never better this moment,
And I can say that I have seen perfection,
I have seen it divine beauty, Aphrodite,
And I have seen it through the tangled streaks of hair,
In your undiluted eyes.
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