novella
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In the soft clay road
We retrace our footprints
Breathing hard up the hill
Not saying much,
Just me, just you.
The way we walk has grown similar
Our words cover the same thoughts,
Our close breath
From mouth to mouth in bed
Indistinguishable sometimes.
I did not mean for this to happen
But leaned toward you
And you toward me
And we grew together like a tree.
What differences can there be.
One empty sigh opens a gate.
The magnolia bends in the wind
Its petals near to falling.
The Chinese say
In such love there is no argument.
We eat from the same pot
We sleep on the same pillow.
Excuse me for posting this in two places. I wanted to put it here so it doesn't get lost. Inspired by "marriage" thread.
We retrace our footprints
Breathing hard up the hill
Not saying much,
Just me, just you.
The way we walk has grown similar
Our words cover the same thoughts,
Our close breath
From mouth to mouth in bed
Indistinguishable sometimes.
I did not mean for this to happen
But leaned toward you
And you toward me
And we grew together like a tree.
What differences can there be.
One empty sigh opens a gate.
The magnolia bends in the wind
Its petals near to falling.
The Chinese say
In such love there is no argument.
We eat from the same pot
We sleep on the same pillow.
Excuse me for posting this in two places. I wanted to put it here so it doesn't get lost. Inspired by "marriage" thread.