Stay
 
 
Pack up a frisbee in your kalthos
Let's go on a picnic, My Lover
Bring the essentials
Yourself, myself
Be my banquet
My gustatory delight
Savor every nibble

Pack up a frisbee in your kalthos
Let's go on a picnic, My love
Simplify the complexities 
Into us time
No listening to the plangenting
World outside
Pure escape into wedom

Listen to the sage:
Love is effervescent
Even when the bubbles
Go up your nose
It is still worth 
Drinking from the fountain

Pack up a frisbee in your kalthos
Let's go on a picnic, My Hope
As realities of time and distance clash
Somehow we have touched before
Somehow we have dreamed before
Stay at my side
Let this life be our picnic
 

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