like you do
in a pile
and I get undressed with the windows open
I remember
the chilled grapes and the lantern
we took on that walk
before I knew
you this well
going down that path
we came to a fork
and you said
this is a perfect place for a picnic
the whole time
I felt like I was in the way
our blanket
conversation
grazing like professionals on outdoor ambience
but no one came by us.
and now
I understand it --
the whole why of squatting down, in the path, at the crux of the split...
you were saying something
I wasn't yet ready to hear
but
now
I see, you refused to be divided
and it was
deliberate
You
want to stay United
nothing on the path
changes that
this, is why
I love You
Your Beloved
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