The way the nudist lays on a summer beach
We’re talking exposition.
I want a taste of your soul thru your eyes
The way the connoisseur sips a fine wine
We’re talking intimate.
I want a silence to exist within us
The way the smoker pauses for puffs
We’re talking understanding.
Only problem is
You
Do not exist
Yet.
2 comments:
how apt.
each time i come here, i come back to this over and over again just to read it again and again.
hell, i might even end up indirectly memorizing it.
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