Mental Bench

By clacky

Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Mental Bench

Sat with you on this mental bench,
My mind's arm holds your joy.
Imagined kiss meets curving lips,
A postcard girl and boy.

Sat with you in silent speech
On modest thrones of brown.
Weeping leaves above our heads
Would smile if they knew how.

Sat with you - our lives alive
And laughter tastes like love.
Hand holds hand holds hands of time
Because forever is never enough.

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Love