Elemental

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It took
all these years for your palm to line
mine, there was no card named
coincidence.

Let’s hang
over the edge of tomorrow
and collect seeds of us
scattered today.

Let’s sip
a teacup’s worth of forevers,
squeeze each drop onto one
hazy morning.

Let’s wish
on the yin yang of our bodies,
french-pressed in the kiss of
a dying sun.

Let’s fold
in new memories when dawn’s blush
blows off these night skins we’ve
no need to keep.

Morrow’s
no guarantee of a thing past
now. Let’s live between blinks,
not pray for hours.