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the world could stand against us

heaven could raise hell

and i will stand by your side

and destroy them all

passion is merely a digital print

whereas love

love is an oil painting

a living art of life that can be worked

like words in pencil

that can be changed

to grow

the light in my life is so bright

the love is so loud i cannot hide

i look into your beauty

into your eyes

the reflections of light

the reverberations of love

i can tell you feel akin

and i have no fear

you have chosen me over him

as if you had no choice

as i never stopped choosing you

i choose to be quiet

i choose to be far

until the time i had no choice

but to tell you

i love you

your shadow still dances

in the light corners of my heart

wine drowned lamb bubbles slowly

bread rises quietly upon the stove

flannel shirt is warm fully buttoned

the cat hasn’t left the couch since friday

night vale entertains my imagination

as the autumn sun warms my kitchen windows

i fall softly into fall

she said that if we dont have children

we will never become adults

we stay forever childlike

so i look into her eyes

sip my drink

and bath in the warm summer of my youth

forever a child

but forever

amidst the empty beers

and the dirty plates

i looked up from my glass

and i fell in love with you

i wish i could communicate like the greeks to you

like the feminists

like the trashy authors

but all i can do is howl at the same moon

the you might stand under

and hope to god

that you speak dachshund

the streets are quiet and orange

it is 1am

ive left a beautiful girl at the base of her stairs

as my love is in another city

i take the alleyways

quiet

aside from my own clanks

my python skin boots creak

wooden soles agains concrete ring echoes

my legs are like iron logs

 my heavy shoulders slump fatigued

with an email from my ex wife

and a poster of a rock show under my arm

there is a beer at home

my legs are like stumps

and the woman i love

is further away  than my imagination can travel

it is wednesday

in montreal

and the city is quiet

and so god damn

fucking pretty