Intermediary irreverence,
cycles of two
circling by withstanding
outstanding measures
to climb atop the hill
and lay one’s head
firmly on the chest
of their beloved.
Missed strokes
and capsized boats.
Wasted tickets,
with a bottle episode
of wastelands
revisited in order
to get to you.
It lasted years.
Torment sea,
and every crack
in the desert floor,
reminded me of you.
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