we met under a melting key lime sky
we sailed out on a manta ray, with a
handkerchief for a mainsail
we dripped coffee like poison from
a gold cup into ceramics, then drank
the poison with creme
we cried and laughed and laughed
and cried
we met over an ichabod
crane. on lois lane
you sapped my head of thoughts
i filled your mind with flowers
we placed the world under
revision. it took us many hours
then circumstance took you from me
i felt like sudden death
i got your tear-stained letters
and held them to my breath
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