We stood back from the cliff and looked
like we were being immortalized
in trashy catchy art and songs,
eternally disposable
- then turned and looked: each other's eyes
held something universal truth
could not compete one minute with.
Our poses struck us into proofs,
and ran off prints innumerable
A memory, preserved in bliss
to be forgotten and consumed
by starving lovers of the arts
who cannot get enough of you
consumed in moments such as this,
and me, the sum and parts of all
you cannot get enough of, too.
There's something of sincerity,
such glory to be thrown away
in private moments, torn from love
And set up larger than display.
You almost couldn't look away.
It's hard to look at all, somehow.
But they have seen, and they will be
Forgetting us forever now.
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