The house is not the same without us :)
We are its crystal chandelier,
wreathed with lillies and tipped in starlight.
We are the golden rushes of sunlight
on a perfect sunday morning
warm and brilliant in each others arms
We chase each other around the bed
ruby throated hummingbirds at play
children at the beach, carefree
collapsing together, two palms touching
leaning our fronds into each other
before the breezy sapphire sea
Our laughter before bedtime
is the demon pianists' private concert
filling the room with the rarity of purpose
and contentment worth closing your eyes
to savor, for one evening more
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