Romantic

I know there are limits even ever

after limits because I am

there must

be I just

don’t know for sure where and

how my love knows

always forever and

yesterday so I pay bills and

taxes over

our

laundered quilt cover with unknown

count of one-two-

thread

flagging emails questions slumber swipe blathering peals of

thunder rolling tears

tempestuous fears

Laughter, after all.

Damp sheets and wet

again, pattering feet

down and up and down and

up, walk the scratched planks of wood against

imagined monsters, incorporated away

a pallor about every menacing corner

exhausted above, bottom

lines chart course through

an otherness wild

dense with paucity.

Ignore at perilous bliss, in-voices

voices, whisper forgetting

about forgetting after and

only after learning after

forgetting again to learn

a double helix tending

in finity and to beyond

less the unknown but here

you are so

I am now.

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