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Soft spinning eyes
it’s truly  enough
this love I hold
here in my strong hands
I’d lift the world 
high over head. 
Me and my 
one and only charm
is this look
I have of her
when I’m sitting here
looking so busy on my phone
writing love poems. 
She loves my attention,
my sickness,
I have to explain
over and over again
this step by step
approach that’s
far removed
from all reality. 
I may always crave
every inch of her
in all ways
that matter strictly
to me. 
Simply,
lay next to me
the smell of perfume,
perhaps,
may be enough
to our trigger response
to one of our sessions. 
Heavy weightlessness
inside those waves
deep down on elbows
pushing back
the warm sun
on our backs.