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    one time. we snuck inside a church. the side door.
    a rickety piano. His elegant hands. Quicksilver.
    Schumann. Schubert. Gershwin.

    sitting there. the empty pews. the music. the light
    from the stained glass window. the soaring arches.
    my hands clasped. I felt like praying.

    he closed his eyes when he played. a melancholy
    smile. in a trance. swaying. somehow. we have
    sleepwalked into each others dreams.


    one time. we went to the Getty. after our eyes
    became glazed. with Diebenkorn. Ruscha. Hockney.
    we napped. near the cactus garden. the velvet
    dampness of grass. Green.

    when we awoke. the sun was setting. the sky. marigold
    He pointed towards the ocean. Santa Monica.
    With his arms embracing. His head on my shoulders.

    i felt myself slipping on ice. it's happening. Again.
    The glacier is thawing. my igloo melts.


    we said. we would drive to Joshua Tree.
    we said. we would camp. make love.
    we said. we would watch the stars. comets.
    we said. we would watch the dawn. cerise.
    we said. we would build a bonfire. breathless.
    we said. we would never part. never.

    But we did.

    The background to this story is the Musician
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