Love in the 616

How much more blessed
can I be
than to have you
always waking
next to me,
wings unfolding,
sky unraveling,
world un-done-coming,
sweet kind of
honey bliss
untempered
untouched
by anything resembling time?
In our next life,
I’ll peel you
and you’ll set me on fire —
but for now,
we love
and it is enough.

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