Butt naked

Butt naked right at the start

you stole the moment 

reset my heart beat took my breath

Time stopped when first we met

early days... we can't forget

Our streets were paved with gold

And everything good rained upon us

With potential of the highest degree

Each day filled with endless possibility
we were positive there were no limits

to the place in this world
where we might come to be

there was not anything
worthy of the effort to

produce the necessary focus and drive
with an intensity to fashion a design

no short of amazing
while fulfilling its purpose

with economy, versatility...
Minimal waste,

while maximizing efficiency
little we could envision

our spirit would leave
short of excellent

in every degree
not to find worthy to complete

or leave lost or broken for what purposes
of what endless possibilities

we could call to mind,
imagine or perceive

there was no limit to our strategy
or weakness in what we could do together

so strong was our faith and belief
never wasn't ever even possible

nor fear or failure ever even 
entered in our blog of loving life

for us, there was only 

calm compassionate verse

even at our worst 

we were together in spirit and deed

we were never further apart
than the need for loving comfort

even closer than...
Someone dedicated to the purpose

doing something that they love
in our vocabulary

there was no such word as weak
misunderstanding was the greatest thief

to rob us of the best of our intentions
to be loving life together

forever and a day
for the balance of eternity

rather than losing it all
falling from heaven's smiles

and joyful laughter
at our worst mistakes

instead of mired in sorrow
sad and lonely

even when we're together
and leave us only

smoldering in the ashes
overcome with disbelief...

Gazing into the mirror
at our greatest foe

doing our best attempt
at damage control

while feeling helpless
against the tide

while drowning
in our sorrows

lost in the chaos
with senseless echoes

of anguished screams
for a more merciful solution

instead of feeling trapped
a hapless prisoner

of recurrent dreams
of self defeat

C2
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