AMANTE
A waterfall of hair
cascades
down your shoulders.
Silence breathes us,
butterflies
in our hands.
Our dinners
half eaten
packed for later.
A five star meal
relished
on our warm spines.
While we languish
on rented sheets.
No bickering moments,
dismal doubts,
or monotonous chores
shudder our cloistered moments.
Eternity is not
a diamond ring.
It is here.
Grace Ezequiel
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