I want us to be
champagne and orchids
in the courtyard
I want to spoonfeed
on moonlight in your eyes
I want the sky to memorize
how it becomes violet
and I ashes beneath your touch
I want to send roses to God
thank him for you
my love
but I don't know if the dove
can fly that distance
and maybe he's not even home
anymore
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