Your birthday


Time is present:

past become


a dream,



just the way

your hand felt.


Love’s a mystery

a quest for




bound to flowers

beside the lake


we learnt each

other’s name.


I want you

in the abstract


my heart

a crucible


seared in

life’s flame.


I want you

for an hour


a day,


someone I

can lock away


for all


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