I could break this moment into a thousand shards
and dangle each from a memory thread,
just above the length of my bed.
And watch day and night,
as the suns and the stars take turns
alighting the pieces in a crystalline dance.
But the motion of them upon the wall
could never compare to the here and the now.
No more then a beautiful countenance,
missing all sweet scent and heady sound.
A mere kaleidoscope of colors could never contain
all the meaning and peace focused here,
against your breast, in this slumbering embrace.
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