I want to undress you from the cold.
Learn the way your body
twists,
assists,
folds
and molds.
Inside is where I learn to feel what I know to be real:
I can still bloom,
however far it may be from June.
I know summertime is at noon
or whenever
we're together
in search of our timeless tune,
in search of
adventures that left us a season too soon.
But we explore
in spite of what we've learned before.
Re-live the good of our past
the moment I make my way back.
I return like I've never left you;
like I never knew it could be this new.
Children,
in the heart,
teaching one another
the significance of being true.
No hesitation leads one to speak the truth,
Remind me
how it felt to be asked to
"stay with you".....
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