I desire something different
from all these disappointments and fears
accumulating like silver coins
in an ancient candy vending machine.
If I could return somehow to a youthful dream,
perhaps, live one more hour in ecstatic bliss,
to be simply grateful for a single moment of beautiful mystery.
When I touched her almost black hair,
I felt like I could forgive and forget
all the continual insolence and contempt
and merely celebrate the sexy dawn
that seeps into her eyes.
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