Is there anything
greater
than the beautiful
nothing
that gets done with
gingered languour
that full-of-sweet
nothing
when you are
lying in bed
next to someone you love
and after having participated
in each other’s mysteries
with a relish
near to grieving
you simply lie there
side by side
breathing
side by side
having annulled time
in the way that only
animals and angels can
side by side
holding hands
deliciously full
of sweet nothing
which is love’s other name
and the only thing that’s happening
the only thing that matters
in your world
is this nothing
this love
and when her voice
a softly tapering stream
requests
that you dream aloud
softly
and tell her a story
you tell her the story
about the girl
that came from the sea
dripping lacy white jewels
and the boy who
followed her
to the ends of the earth
to this bed
where sweet nothing time
reigned supreme
where love
bruised the best kind
of softly.
Great poem!
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Thank you.
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Maybe we just like each other’s endings.
It’s perfect
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Yes, we seem to enjoy the other’s endings 😉
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Lol. Maybe punny
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What does volient mean?
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Stuff
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