Next time I fall in love
I want it to be really giggly happy love, another way
of living love. A loving myself, and loving you, and
loving us love. Not nervous love. Not competitive love, fighting love, or
brash love, inadequate love or changing love.
Bright yellow love that outshines everything
else in the afternoon sky.
Love that, like the sun, sets sometimes but rises
just as fiercly in the morning and wakes up
the rest of life.
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