Transatlanticism

I hope we stay just as we are at the beginning:

Finding jewel mines in each other’s minds.

Each word a promise;

Each impression a slab of

Semi-precious stone.

 

Six long, consequential hours

How I hope our words won’t sour,

Apples painstakingly picked.

I hope you’ll still remember

The taste of toothpaste on my lips

 

 

I tread your sound waves

Across the ocean,

Broadcasting my prose

To you alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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