Lovers
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By rosaliekempthorne
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We live beneath a citrine sky,
Until it washes purple,
Then aqua,
Until a deep black canvas studs itself with jewels,
Until a sunrise detonates,
And burns the sky to blue.
We are lovers.
You and I.
Our coiled limbs entangle, embracing deep, dark, eternal,
Woven together,
Your blood flows in my veins,
Melting, melding, becoming one along our edges.
My old, gnarled, pockmarked armour,
Finding refuge in the young, new, shimmer of your skin.
“Am I old?” I cry, “Am I far too old for you?”
“No,” you soothe me, your voice golden,
“Never, never.
“Listen: our children will spread like wildfire,
“Their children will spread us further,
“Hold a little fragment of us somewhere in their hearts.”
You give me flowers.
I love that you do that.
Together. No matter what.
We drink the pelting rainfall,
We revel in the storms,
Fear the lightning,
Heal in beating sunlight.
We dig in deep.
Our love will see in centuries.
Pictured credit/discredit: author's own work
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Nice poem! This love will
Nice poem! This love will seed the future and have effects on the future.
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