Your ability to be in rooms where you
are not is always appreciated.
Where friendliest strangers
and strangest friends meet,
and where, I swear, it seems
my own melancholy forces me to
wallow through stories complete.
Your ability to wear glasses is elusively sexy.
Euphoric eyes blink salty.
Black-rimmed frames frame my affections
but today are double-fold.
I do hope you'll wear them even after being told.
I'm afraid I have given too much
Before, so I doubt to give it again.
It's not you it's my pretzel legs.
They're so very stale, so very salty.
Please forgive me?
Your ability to make me feel
beautiful & smart by looking
beautiful & smart is not only
beautiful & smart but your
beautiful & smart shadows
wander through my heart.
If I had but one last
figment of my imagination,
I would hope that you would walk with me.
My courage would breathe lily fire,
My breath the sweetest ice.
And then I would kiss your hand
so salty.
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