Anniversary
The merry-go-round lights
illuminate your face,
and
the mess of plastic that
passes for a fountain here
washes the noise of the
overpass.
You smile at me
and
not for the first time I am reminded
that we are in love.
Violent,
stupid,
arrogant
love.
We press our bodies into one
another exchanging heat
and
you laugh, like music.
You are my burial at sea.
The horizon my heart sails toward,
a chase that never stops.
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