this effortless silence
so congruously sweet
breathes cool through our aching joints
aging feels
wondrous
when I see how it unfurls us,
turns you to a radiant reverie
growing tends to
obliterate
all our delicate parts
but with you
childhood feels
recursive
I hope we live
to see
the supple wrinkles on our foreheads
and the creases in each others smiles,
because—
god
how
beautiful
I feel
looking at myself through your eyes
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