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i love how i can remember you

across all the hues

the yellow of your love

serenading with sunswept glory,

the blues of your chosen

beliefs stormy yet redemptive

to the brilliant reds of your flush

excitements welling up

anticipatorally to skinshared quiets

but if i ever had to see

only your outlined figure

in the darkness sinewy

in the way that happens

in the basement tapes

of the mind made from

magnetized impressions

of stardust left behind,

you would mardi gras my

stilled streets with backbeats

and blessing you'd be any and all

light with which my spired pup-tent

would stargaze guessing