On Passing

so passes the angry season
the season of mists
	a thousand shapes
	none fitting together tighter
		than ours
the focal point
the need
the longing and desiring
	each day to night passes
	we grow so familiar with one another
		and this pleases us
looking back on time
seeing things like a reel of film
	the simple love is always there
	the one as part of the whole
		the whole being you and i
so with love i pass this angry season
knowing it for the time of renewal
	within the arms
	of the woman i love

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