THE BRIEF INTERLUDE
Between the nothingness from which we come
to the nothingness to which we go,
there is an ephemeral period of somethingness
You free your mind and for a brief interlude
it becomes its own self-perpetuating force.
I HOPE
I hope when you call, it is me you want to answer. I hope when you open the door, it is me you want to see. I hope when you kiss me, it is my lips you want to savor. I hope when you touch me, it is my body you desire. I hope when I leave you, it is me whom you want to see again. I hope when you are enjoying a beautiful day, it is me whom you want by your side. I hope when you are sad, it is me who brings you peace. I hope.
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