we swam together
between raindrops
was it another encounter
prearranged
lost of the feelings
i have for you
i looked toward
through you waiting
but one
tin foiled gift
rather delicious plus
stolen moments
printed on paper
photographs
images of a wisp
lingering between
tear drops
mother to shot glass
sweat and a
deaf mans deal
i can smell
the raw on over
crawling through
and the blind man
can see it too
today another
encounter and
Nagasaki bound
i hold you in
my heart
ever more
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