if her

would there and then the vast empty
across the horizon your hand for me
pass all yourself to here, your walk
and stop
to open up my life to maybe magic
and your miracles, we’d cast
on every front, back up beside us
into our dreams will become so clear
that here’s the scent
of somewhere in time between
red wine and French bread hunger
is why I know you are the right woman
and that would make all the difference
how everything contracts to our simple one
sane and safe as only one we are
whispering spells only known to us
cast because of just there being 
you there to teach me
we because of all this enchanted night
compressing into our world only

if you

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