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as the last
brushed into light
planets not yet given
to name
as weeds tangled over
barbs of our past
I want you
to love me
that way

as a three quarter moon
oceans obey
souls coming back
for a kiss
as the memory of sparrows
sailing to home –
I need you
to love me
like this

like a wild
tameless river
carving canyons
to the sea
with reckless abandon –
love me

. . .