If I were to posit a singular future where our stars were aligned, where our fates were linked inextricably, where our bodies lay next to each other, naked in repose you don’t suppose I’d be thinking subjunctively do you? If I were to say to you we should be together when the time is right whenever that might be; If I should find at the juncture of dark and light the perfect phrase to persuade, willowy and soft as a feather, one held fast in my heart forever that wouldn’t make you afraid, would it? Dare I claim your form, your face for mine, even in the realm of fantasy? At some fixed point, bones shatter, skin sags, beautiful brown eyes glaze over and lose their sparkle, long loping strides slow to a crawl; Dreams fade and die. Until then, you remain steady in my mind’s eye Present and future perfect.Birth sign: Capricorn
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