again, forever

This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

It’s dark like 10 pm
I could make love to
you in the lawn chair
limbs wild, like a child
but wiser, stronger,
less naive and ready 
for the exposure of intimacy.
I’ll marry you tomorrow, 
again, forever.

kiss me.

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