Like Chinese Lanterns

curl into me, my darling, my love

weave your legs in mine like rope

that binds things together as new

as the dust settles and smoke clears

let honest and open communication

be like an autopsy of the missteps

I, me, you, we have taken

in our shared journey as one

Cast the errs of the past airborne

Like Chinese lanterns in the night

curl into me, my darling, my love

as the past fades into the distance

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Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: Thanks to Poppy for the great words that helped produce this for her Poppy's Prompts Thingo #6. Link below and all that funky jazz. Yeah, went fully romantic with a side order of getting through the downs that come in equal measure at times like the ups.

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