Beautiful things

And every day that passed,
we filled our world
with more words,
and more dreams,
and more love.

And our words became the place
we would escape to;
the place we came home to,
where I could hold you close;
your fingers in my hair.
And we would talk of all
of the beautiful things.

One day soon,
we will find each other again,
and there you’ll be,
in my heart and my mouth and my bed.
And all of those beautiful things
that once existed only
as the words
of two beguiled strangers,
will become the most beautiful of all
the beautiful things.

k.w

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