Momentary Bliss
Two can make the love of dreams
when they are passing wines
Two can sit on languid times
when they have nothing left to pine
There's nothing left that we can do
beside the separation of the glue
Until the magnet pulls us back
and absence gives us slack
The salt of moments mixing cup
and sweeter touches timed to act
Roads and winters waiting up
that hold of love that wins the tact
The fresh, the fire, winning cracks of
our desire rushing back
We come again to find ourselves
entirely without our heads
...and summer beats again our hearts
to live like this, this momentary bliss
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