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Post Script Incantation

“Who knows how to make love stay?”
-Tom Robbins-

I’ve learned some things
from the satellites
of my own intuition
This time I am not just letters received,
I am also the envelope
Wet purple ink
Paper cuts
The acid lick of a forever stamp
Keep my postcards with you always
I just love
How you hold out on reading them
Savor them
Allow them entrance in the
middle of the night
Where we can talk about Goethe and Plath and
which one of us is actually
Waiting for Godot
I get it now
I likened myself to Don Quixote
but you wanted me as Dulcinea
This entire time we were both
windmills
I promise to drink you under the table
always
So let’s make merry with the sherry
No one makes me laugh like you
Or feel so intensely
My intent is pure and good and you keep saying
“We can only be serious,”
But I’ve been serious
Serious is the last thing
I ever want to be again
And certainly not with you
I love you too much
I always did
I always will
That’s how I’m wired
Faulty mechanisms and power strips  
Naked and trembling
from cold, not fear.
Written by DeadEyesStarlight
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