Lovers

February 14th 2023

I ask for the world to not fear me, as I do not, it.

Fear is an invitation.

If I begin to fear, they will forbid a place where we can be lovers;

a place like the touch of a hand, just warmer than my own,

or the bud on a plant that would go unnoticed,

had I not stopped for a moment.

It is the glass of cold water when I haven’t had enough,

or the glass of whiskey when I have.

It is a place where the birds always sing.

It is a place where the light never fades.

It is a place where even lovers never quarrel.

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