If I kiss you again, it may be sweet
because I could be soft then, when I yield
to springtime’s fragrant blooms. when next we meet
I will want to want you, in a green field
where boundaries shape the nature of our game,
at least, I think I will. We might be strange
or dark; I can not know the ways my name
will sound in past projections, out of range
and slightly whispered in your throaty voice.
Our hearts may fade or change and be forgot
to us, beyond ability and choice;
these bits for friendship or lovers. Our lot
is not to question the world of our arts
but to love the moments of our bold hearts.
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