My love, I want to describe to you the waxing crescent rising opposite the setting sun: the waters of the Ohio sitting calm, cut like lead crystal — lovely and unreflective. And the moon, the moon Beloved, cutting open the evening sky, an eternity of pink red orange into another endless river.
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Together
These moments we steal away
lovely, but not enough.
Days, weeks, months we occupy
the same spaces in different time zones.
This is life that I would not trade
for all the open roads to lay out before me
a thousand ill-suited lovers. No.
Miles of crossed paths and messages,
fighting currents to stay connected
for these moments we steal away.
f.
home is warm-hearted
bakes chocolate pecan cookies
on snowy January days