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By chris Date: 2004 Aug 11 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.11.03.41.21221]] |
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these two lives of ours are just right - the one in which you make beef stroganoff and garlic bread and gouda cheese and fresh strawberries while i pass out on your leather sofa after my first trip back into the mountains since it all came crashing down and wake to you speaking low to your son about the meaning of la luz - the light - and the sound of him crunching blue corn chips as the monsoon clouds rumble outside and the other life too - where afterward we step outside to be alone and i run my fingers through your hair losing myself as always in your brown eyes and we try to fit in as many kisses as we can as much passion as many words as many promises as we can make and keep because this is no blind leap of faith this is me this is you finally getting around to nothing less than what we were put on this earth to do |