Forevermore GARY GLAUBER
If familiarity breeds contempt, then why is this moon still so lovely, why does that old song stir so many sweet memories, why does the heart tend toward fond reminiscence? Tonight you hold me as you have a thousand times hence, and yet it seems to work its magic anew. Blood flows through this embrace, pumping and priming love’s legacy. We touch as if able to bestow infinity through assonance alone, aural assurance enhancing intimacy beyond coffee-flavored kisses and pursuits of prurient pleasure. This is the never-ending lyric, the long summer day that stretches time, the tree ablaze with heat and memory, reincarnate with lust’s fresh desire. This is body bending to mind’s eternal fire.
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