Sing to me
in a voice as thick as amber,
and don’t make it easy for me.
Don’t make me say “Forget it”
before I’ve had too much to drink.
We lay in the arms
of one shining sussurus moment.
That’s all it takes is a moment
for our heartbeasts to grow wings
and jettison into the polished sky,
entangling one another,
collapsing into one another
and dropping to the ground.
I’d stay with you forever in that moment.
-r. miller
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