There's a hack
Under the shack
By the Ivy arbor
An umbrella, filtering the rain
Soothing the light
Like a lamp shade,
Holding us together
In an embrace.
When you grasp me and I lace my hands
Securely on the small of your waist
Paving a path
To the capture in time
A mixed media of emotion
Spreading across the shack, the hack
Your back I got, it says.
It doesn't quiet say
But it's here to stay
Frozen in an eternal maze.
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