come, my love, and help me forget

— jimmy on December 20, 2006 at 5:13 pm

come, my love, and help me forget
that love helps me forget
what clever monkeys we are,

that this love is chemistry,
and the chemistry is atoms
and atoms are made of pieces
made of pieces made, perhaps,
of pieces.

and help me forget
that you helped me forget
in exactly, exactly, this way
an infinite number of times before
and we have that many more to go.

my love, help me remember
there is just this moment
and everything is real.

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