The perfect sunlight of sound
everything felt like it should and can’t not be
The touch breaths lucid eyes
dreams real all there for the taking
Slow movements before that cup of coffee
not too strong not too weak
Look at pictures read about people
hear stories see the color of your eyes
Just wanting it all to start over again
relive it again and again
Tortured happiness.
burn that bridge when we come to it
Being left on an island
stranded forever together
Making tree houses with all the parts no one wanted
little steps for little feet
Then the words came from the sweaters
people had visions while walking to the store
Everything tasted sweeter more alive
all those things we ever said and did were nothing
Living in this perfect nothing and then doing everything
right again over and over
So many wrong turns taken
when the cellar door was left open
All those dark parts came rolling out
we picked them up one by one and then let them go
Free in the green forest we’ve never been in
sleeping together in a mango colored tent
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