Your birthday

 

Time is present:

past become

 

a dream,

remembering

 

just the way

your hand felt.

 

Love’s a mystery

a quest for

 

solace:

 

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

tomorrows.

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