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INCREDIBLY CLOSE
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the sky is crystal clear
this time of the year.
she says: sit here with me.
let's watch the deers.
we enjoy the atmosphere
over a couple of beers.
she whispers in my ear
things she holds dear.
"stay near," i say,
"i'll wipe your tears.
promise, you won't disappear
if you spell out your fear."
set up a campsite,
we lay there until midnight,
under the dancing northern light,
where the willow resides.
amongst these starlight,
we're immortalised
under the meteorites
yet forever lost, like satellites.
my fingertips are frostbite,
but i feel alright,
in spite of zero degree
fahrenheit.
she tips over, and kisses me slow.
within the green meadows,
our shadows burrow
amongst wild marigolds and roses.
tug me to my elbows.
take off her clothes.
we hollow
each other's sorrow.
temporarily forget
tomorrow.
and in the afterglow, i hold her close
till our bodies turn cold.