Above the Store
I repent of all I said of her
Like me, she’s only made of dust
And though I feel dissatisfied
The verdict is unjust.
Two ships from foreign ports afar
When fogbound, may collide
It’s hard to tell the source of truth
With no objective guide.
I only know that through such fog
Of communication struggles
My heart feels clearer next to her
Between the times she snuggles.
Relationships are never based
On having your desires
But rather learning how to stoke
Another’s passion fires.
She moves me when she wants me
To signal her to dance
It’s hard to tell who gets to lead
Yet, it’s certain, not by chance.
Just when I think she never minds
On some windswept mental strand
She gestures fond devotion
The way she takes my hand.
All disputatious echoes
Hushed by that brief abyss
Of open lips imparting
Love’s life within her kiss.
She gives me only what she wants
Not always what’s expected
While we both live above the store
Of times when we connected.
So though I think I only know
The trace of where she’s been,
It entertains, this finding out
Of just what love I’m in.
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