Baby, I have accepted that good timing
was the miracle that brought us this strange religion.
The faith seemed less blind that night –
we saw no evidence against us –
and you thought I was a poet like your first love,
and I thought your sophistication was exquisite
paired with your unique brand of naïveté,
and our words were geneses and revelations
dancing meaningfully and perpetually around us.
That night the air was charged with a feeling of now
like standing in line for a river baptism.
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