Don’t Seal the Book of Love, Daniel

and now I dream of hugging strangers,
of stumbling towards a blind embrace,
of touching anyone for pleasure –

it’s just a dreamy moment,
seemed impossible when I wrote it,
yet happysad to be within it –

to only sit still and remember:
i’ve not been more fulfilled then when
i have been with everybody i have ever known –

this whole world –

now I’m having trouble dreaming
what without will finally be like
so taking time to reconsider
everyone’s favorite love poems,
and finding masterpieces
of such sweet misunderstandings.

Don’t Seal the Book of Love, Daniel

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