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imagine
you
wake up
with me beside you;
your
lips reach for me
to prove your kiss;
naturally
I respond
in full sleep,
we unlock the code;
Yes,
this is love.
you
won’t
ask any questions;
we’ll
never truly
know where we’ve been;
but
only trust that
we’ll be here;
waking
aside each other,
breathing each breath
within
a
late night’s
eye sight’s
reach.
I
will not let you
forget; even in
my night’s sleep;
you
hand me
a key to keep;
as
you fold yourself
into my heart;
so
my arms can
cocoon you into space;
as
a kiss on the back
of your neck
locks you into place;
we
take the right
to bear arms;
Yes,
this is love.
at
what point
did this mystery
become
too much
or too rigorous a battle?
living,
then
trying to love
inside the doubt of a shadow?
So
just imagine
you wake up, aside me
then kiss me;
and
in my kiss
all the answers come
to you in a dream,
one
that you’ll never remember,
except
that all the
answers proved to exist;
in
the moments
I validated your kiss
only
to wholly insist
that it is you,
and only you,
that I’ll love forever
and
nothing else
should matter.
Mark
Anthony Thomas
Copyright © 2008
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