I allowed you
to sail me over lakebeds
pull me up cliffs
across broken bridges
but I could not kiss you
with any trace of thunder
not even when the sun
was sinking into so many oceans
you told me once
that there would never be
enough sky but always,
always too many stars
you wished
you could count them
with your heart
love was the sacks
of luminous, worthless stones
you made me carry
up and down
blue mountains

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