Rivulets of conversation Drip like honey from your smile Splashing on my cheeses and French croutons Washed down with vintage wine Return to you with bright blue eyes Reflected in your chocolate browns Dancing with schoolgirl delight. Our talk meanders along seamless miles, Unexplored and ancient paths, Some by chance, some carefully chosen A Lewis and Clark expedition To discover new territories Rummaging through Paleolithic ruins Of stale relationships With each rise and fall of hope Presenting a bright horizon Desperate for congruity Yet comfortable in an unspoken commonality What did she say? What has he meant? He is so old... She is so young... There is the plank we walk To the delight of alligators And pirates of our destiny We move step by step Blindfolded with senses keen Expectant that this last plunge Will deliver us into that eternal hope Enveloping us like an azure Caribbean sea In that we drown, Laughing silently Sealed with a final interrogatory, A temple kiss.
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