I want to open up the floodgates
Of inhibition, drench the living
Room in tears and drown.
I want to rise,
Float up and up, and burst
Out of this salty, second story apartment
Through broken windows
On shards of glass and honesty,
Gasping for breath
On down to the river.
And, I want to bathe
Our bleeding egos
In the stream there
That leads to an ocean
In its infiniteness and melt all
The muck and dirt and blood and history
Off and evaporate
Into a thousand worthy conversations,
Peaceful in a cloud somewhere,
Heavy about the heavens,
And rain down on our happy, fertile, and growing
relationship.
The end,
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