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The night was hot like teapots

roasted

on an open fire

and we drank the heat under the stars

in the old 57

Bel Air convertible

while a storm rolled across the valley

and drenched us

to the bone

but neither did we fear lightning bolts

or rain,

because we both knew, that

one day we would die

and that was reason enough, to continue

making love

in the whirling wind of a storm

and to fill our souls with happiness

and smiles,

whenever we would meet thereafter

and at your sister's wedding, on the stone bench

in the garden

you said,

"It was the best-est summer of all summers."

and there we were, at the edge of another

dark forest,

still holding hands

still smiling, like it was yesterday

our souls, consumed by ancient stars

still lost

in the cavernous reach

of smiles

and as the wedding guests stumbled away

in the warm

August light, of a waning crescent moon

the undaunted pleasure of touch

returned,

with that exquisite look of charm

on your face

and the glorious way, you always wore red

when starting over

that always made me kneel like a little

boy, and say amen

and i rediscovered the magic secret

of your eyes,

and traced your hips, with roaring happiness

and so, as old

we took

a midnight swim

the water of past and future, clashing

against our chest,

in the vastness of the lake

leaving little room, but labored sighs

and blissful

August happiness

and in the dusky light of the boathouse

beneath, the crescent moon

we fell in love again

but this time, I made a promise

to god

and the stars

and the dusky August moon

to never walk away

because I knew in my soul

that you,

were the life-giving balm of my life

the one true balm, that always made me happy

and I knew, from that moment

I'd never

be any good, at living without you

because I'm happy to disappear

elegantly, inside of you

with no recollection

of who I am

without you.

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