Afraid
‘Tis true she might be God’s great answer
Her need may be too wide to bear
She’ll drown you that intellectual dancer
You’d live your life without her care
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it’ll hurt
Thus the problem
We all want the sugar you’re selling
The Voice you’re projecting
For free
‘neath it all your whisper
Telling
It’s already gone
Shot
From your lips’ fingertips
To our bloodstream
tucked
I will find the moment
That you Don’t notice
And I will place your hand
Where it is home
Duck
I saw a man
Running
From
The wind of all things
To return to his safe spot
Out
From
The sun and into Yellow
abyss
Empty It Must
Diamonds Falling
Light Lost
Against The Fits
Start
To Surrender
Else Dark Truth
Steal Evermore
outside in
Keep caressing concrete
Forever fondle flowers
Someday you’ll be sane
Believe this
Libertie
Reluctant to berth
Determined to tread
With bronzed, coppered skin
And hanging within
The cast, iron heart
Forged just for your Hand
That Hope
From East to West
Proved up
Makes dry land
shopped
Is your kiss
Conditional
Upon my curves
Withheld
But for my smile
Or will you
Take
The flats of me
Steal
My stoicness
Before The White
The silver
For timbre not vice
The pale
For tears and not screams
The black
Forever and ever
lean to
Would a magic verse appear
In a wild vision clear
Houdini I draw you near
Reveal I plead the times once more
Will I turn at the corner floor
To silhouetteless battened door
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