you wrote your words like a prayer for me
healing waves rushed to my ribs
small seeds sprouting, astonishing
attraction. You can’t always touch a painting
this way, such kindness would’ve melted the
awkward colors.
You’re blessed with bliss by the divine
And talent knows her master’s sun
Your hand and eyes they know so well
The slightest doubt within tiny
Desert clouds.
Sweetheart, the politics of a conscious man
May frisk a friend to a dangerous submission
But with you, reign nothing sly neither is the man
Let’s eat, and I’ll pour you wine to
Revel our hearts breezy equal care
Sometimes I wonder if God has made you
The golden key to unknown windows and
Locked doors…you dress up with such loving words.
Within my bosom, I feel I have the sun’s worth
Raining light towards this forbidden log house
Thank you for rolling my lips to a certain smile
My cheeks glow with so much sunshine
My heart’s no longer the odd desert cloud.
This is meaningful. Can I interest you in a drink? What if this is all God’s love you ever get?
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Thank you very much. let’s hope to get there.
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Great! I hunt queens in my journal. Call me magic hunter.
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Indeed you are. ☺
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🙈🙈🙈
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