I seem to wait far too long for this uniting moment.
It it idealess, not worth each passing minute-
waving about the breeze in bitter fashion,
cursing bees and the dust to pass along, no interaction
unless collectively, they lead back to the bliss
I shared before, with you, during every wet kiss-
as your descent caressed my bare skin
your touch is so long overdue.
Come down again, now, great gray cloud-
unleash your beauty upon the body of the earth,
and smile upon the broken wills you are now saving,
for your sacrificial offering brings us back to life.


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