Composing

Today was for words
Rhyming or not
In patterns and
Coordinating themes.

We speak them in tones
Signifying love and jest
And spelling changes argument
To concession.

We whisper them behind wine glasses
As if the dregs of red
Could conceal
The special reserves of sentences
That only you can fully understand.

Words, so carefully chosen
And so freely given
Significant nonsense
That we’ll forget tomorrow
And remember forever.

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