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Tuesday, May 22, 2012

I know someone I have grown attached to.

Every day he has a chance to redeem himself....
and he does...
in his silent way...he doesn't confess...just quickly apologizes,
he is closer to me than the tingling on my arm
like a swooshy breeze
his words lighten up my day
He has no malice or ill-content
that a soft spoken word
in the middle of freeway stress
and a rose budding grin
to a dimmed horizon
I shall not construe or doubt
though it is my way
I will just feel his soft hand over my soul
as he feeds me another line
perhaps this is how desire travels
in and out
to safely reach the crevass of our souls
where he blends his life and meaning
onto me.

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