The delight of Guinness rested on his mustache. Thick golden afternoon sunbeams burst through the crystal chandeliers pouring prisms of geometric joy across the room.  10 years earlier he died in a motorcycle accident in Virginia; yet there he was- clear as day- sitting next to the man with the radiant mustache. The second Guinness went down like silk. And the woman next to me asked me my name. Heaven's mood billowed something it couldn't grasp- like 1906 jazz music.  A hard ten ten came at me like water doubled over.  Then I knew I was in love.  The barometric pressure changed that moment I touched you.  The shape of you completes my every move like symmetry aligned with god

​A falcon greeted me on my walk to work. then 2 on the way home.  Colors must exist because of you.  Some intoxicating alchemy of desire, sage and lemons glistened softly; sweat and tears ravaged us. I tripped thinking you liked me but rearranged the thoughts to something more demure. A pile of dead skin and nail clippings Left my fingers and toes feeling new again.  gateways to perception so often neglected.  Saltwater and sun glistened off you like abalones' glow and cries to the moon by a pack of hungry wolves. Geysers of passion and perfect halos of  bliss extended infinitely skyward on each pearl.  Have you found something you can hold onto?  That didn’t fade into obscurity like the feeling you never could describe?

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