somewhere there's a monument to the love that you haven't found yet, the love of your life and the shape of your future, dischargning ions into our skin through the dark. he is the span of the rainbow you see before waking. the first touch of air on your body each morning. the word that you say without speaking. the prayer that you made before life. he is the space of tomorrow.
the spill of conscience
the fill of desire
the spell of your name
he is the love you remembered at birth. the love you will make after dying. somewhere it waits for you, love that is not of this earth. where the sky ends. where memory pales. where eternity is. almost heaven
-marianne wiggins
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woah dude, what's with the sap?
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