There Could be Room Two Here

There could be room for two here
Push  the thermos and oars under the pine resined seat
Lie down ~
Attend to the whispering aspens blanketing the auratlities;
The hot cool moon fully speared by the pines.

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But I stranded you on the Other’s bank
The River Awkward separating  us
And efforts to to graft you back onto the Source 
Cheapened and poisoned the water 

Let love kiss the surface 
Pull stones up and wed them with your step
So that there can be two here
Attending to the whispering aspens blanketing the auratlities;
The hot cool moon fully speared by the pines.