Party Prepping
Your blowing my mind
Allowing my imagination to be expanded
Into thoughts of you
Floating to the sky
Slowly deflating back to its beginning by
Sticking a needle into each phrase
Appearing from nowhere
With a string tied to one end
Your hand on the other
Tugging my words
From the inner depths of my soul
Lighting candles to illuminate the darkness into Genesis 1:3 , and
The now visible syllables are rearranged into hypnotic sentences
Appearing in a multitude of colorful paragraphs
That begin its metamorphosis into a novel of ideas
While ballooning portions of aged time transformed by decades of memorable conversations
Has allowed us to celebrate our oneness
Happy on the birth of days being born continuously for you and I
To child our future into old age
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