The words written down
driven in the ground
crawl with Me for a while.
After all,
it’s not everyday
you meet a girl
who mirror and match
my own insides.
This first time
she fits neatly
here in My pocket
she and her solitary words
fall silently
around My own
forbidden or otherwise
her dark little demeanor
I can already tell
I’m going to fall
into her sickness.
She is balanced
perfectly unexpected
on all-sides
she’s the first time
I have seen
both want and need
in steady balance.
She holds the candle now
being the beautiful light
a pretty flame
having outdone
that other one.
Top Torn,
on this Sunday morning
she expertly whispers
the broken lyrics
from a song
that taught her
how to capture
the very essence
of her soul.
I can lay here
and listen to her
indirect dialect
an ancient tongue
coming from
this girl
I am in awe.
Love sits balanced
having waited
through a dozen seasons
there’s finally just one
awash in newness
the temperature code
has been solved.
Today the girl
completed the algorithm
just in time
for the rain and cold
to get caught up
deep inside her
she insists
I take her
for the full-moonrise.
Counting backwards
the vision
filling my thirsty eyes
awash now in dust
I’d swear
I’m not crying
I simply want
to watch
and be a part
of a bigger plan.
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