Lovers
Don’t speak of graves
dear wonder.
Your heart is not on trial,
the moon is hollow, still.
Let not melancholy burn your will.
Solidity only works when
you’re not in love.
It’s grasp: the devotion,
rips gaping holes
of honesty.
Let’s be honest,
together.
I know for certain
where
questions are born:
inside mouths of lovers.
When the kiss
or miss,
in a simple glance,
create explanations.
Love is meditation.
Love is asking questions.
Here’s a question:
Are your dreams of me?
Doesn’t really matter...
the matter is up in the air,
On a supernova
two lovers share.
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