Whatever integrity I have, I have
got by not peddling assurances
about the future. So if it's such
sweets you crave, I'm sorry, I'm
not your huckleberry. But if
you want to hold hands as we
walk this wooded path, past
where it bends in dappling light
just there, I'm game. Chances are
it's rough in there, and blissful –
the elk bull could just as easily
impale us as lead us toward an
alpine meadow awash in bluebell
and scarlet paintbrush. So what
of that? Shall we fall in step, in
you want to hold hands as we
walk this wooded path, past
where it bends in dappling light
just there, I'm game. Chances are
it's rough in there, and blissful –
the elk bull could just as easily
impale us as lead us toward an
alpine meadow awash in bluebell
and scarlet paintbrush. So what
of that? Shall we fall in step, in
love, and see how it serves?
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