Somewhere in the space between
Your old life
And my set ways
Grows a happiness like the roses in the backyard
Deeper, deeper pink like fish flesh, not girl pink,
Pretty pink, but blood and spirit pink
The color they call salmon
A rose like a weed
A plant
Opening up all meaty
Not greedy
But accepting life
Taking it out of the dirt,
Flesh colored petals soaking it up out of the sun
Without effort
The only effort now that we exert
Could be the effort to crush this thing
That grows between you and me
God knows I love you
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