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Picnic of Sorts

one ethereal afternoon . . . .
I guess I must have drifted away

You moved your hand to shade my eyes
I stepped up into the clouds
reached down to pull you into me
We left that world far below
on the outskirts of yesterday

I loved how your blue gingham dress 
fluttered between my fingertips
With every moist and heaving sigh
you shimmered like an oasis of lights

The afternoons were longer then

You whispered in the palm of my hand
as I savored the back of your knee
We soared a thousand miles that day
just as the legend had said

Somewhere during the years of that day
time stood still though our souls raced on
You melted into my arms and your eyes
sparkled like constellations in the sky

The summers were warmer then

Your liquid diamond lips
still bathe me in that memory's bliss.
Our lives were longer then
But that was then
That was then

That was then
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