Strip me

Of expectations

Remove past


Were we to fall

Were fall to come

Were we to fail

Where falls made numb

Were romance

As simply as a rhyme

Seamlessly dropped between the clever ropes of moving time

As simply as a string of words

My action

Your action

Could fall together into a stream quickly moving forwards

To an unseen destination

Waterfall or lake

Pooling expectations

Drowning the weight of disappointed frustrations

Sea saw of movement, sound, heart flirtations.

Would the constancy of sound wound my arms around


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