poetry is repeating your name over and over and over
in the midst of watching you slowly spin with your arms wide open
and your hair floating above the softest of shoulders
creating a dance worth writing about
(and even though its all in my head)
i can see you right in front of my face, forcing my fingers to move
and opening my heart to spill this out
just to watch your eyes turn from left to right once your captured
into reading love--do you like reading love put to a sentence?
jumping off the starlight, ive somersaulted into
every last trace of your hand.
2006-06-27
17:27:26
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