Original Poetry

pseudo-relationship

i toast my glass to us

spending the last years

blessed and contented

soft kisses under the stars

my blanket against the cold

you love me still

as i love you always

our dreams are endless

our lives intertwined

i held your hand in my sleep

captured your face in my dreams

i have never lost you

every hour we’ve spent

in my mind.

pseudorudo

Originally uploaded by mi bicicleta me invitó a un Ménage à trois.

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