If I could live a single day
as an eternity, caught in amber,
it would be Saturday with you.
No matter the pain I carry with me,
your arms are my panacea.
I feel as though I am drifting so often,
a leaf to the winds of my distress,
yet every moment with you grounds me
with anchoring trust in every touch.
The world moves so madly:
spinning, spinning, spinning,
until we are at our favorite table
with thoughts intertwined,
and all that insanity ceases to be.
Then I feel I know what Heaven is,
in the warmth of your voice,
in london fog teas and velvet words.
I would live it over and over with you,
promising forever and a day.
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