I imagine
it will be familiar.
like two old friends embracing
after a long separation.
I imagine
it will be intense.
electric. surging thru
hands intertwined like
braided overhead power lines.
I imagine
it will be lasting.
like an old time hymn
on well worn pages that is recited from memory and makes your heart sing.
I Imagine.
it will be understood.
that your words will trace lines
on the curves of my
mind. And your lips, the curves of my silhouette.
Searing that sensation into a core memory that will never fail to spark my imagination.
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