Bench of Love
I've noted that your voice still rushes in,
brushes past the debris of time,
the attractions at present.
I'm always moving forward, but it's you—
staying undivided, familiar--
comfortable on this dank park bench
where your light bent me with subtlety
& love could finally matter.
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