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uprising inside me,

the collective voice of my inner consciousness

tells me to thread you like a needle

and sew these words to your very soul, as only i can do,

but still, there's more to me than anyone can know,

and through these words

i lend clear pictures of me through the window of opportunity

i am creating, waiting, for this moment to arrive,

to bring you to me, like a meeting of the minds,

what kind of light, will come to shine?

only then, that i can see you,

for all that is in your eyes, but still

further down the road, the curve of your smile,

a surpirse, wrapped in kisses,

the courage of my fears, quieted to whispers,

barely felt in the rapture of you,

that glistens on me, like new skin

and my heart that beats underneath it,

a triumphant drumming thing,

echoing with truth through my entity

skipping stones on the cool streams smooth face of love,

sinking into the deep, where lovers long to be,

dreamers only dream, it's first taste,

and all thereafter, none could measure up the same

these thoughts upon me, conclude, there's only one, of you

and you're all mine, so there i go,

ego and all, into the world,

full of myself, and secure in our proof,

we live so good this far apart, imagining you,

in the next room, gives me chills

and i cannot move, then i'm racing,

and barely breathing, it's all i can do

to make the ringing in my head, stop pretending,

i'm really in love, and deeply

so where do we go from there,

a thousand places in my brain, times infinity

this destiny unveiled,

how do i keep my feet from turning me around

and running, as if the yellow streak down my back,

were anything but and exactly that,

i'll act as if, and what a great concept,

to get out what you put in, to have traded

clipped wings for the grace of your uplifting,

and sweetly drifting, behind my eye lids,

as i awaken, to the little things you give me,

girl, could there be any doubt, in the love that we're making?

surely not, but breathtaking gifts would still

rob me of this expression, it's bliss

so love me, love,

you are too lovely for the empty,

we'll be soon forgetting,

as we leave it lying on the shore of our memories,

blazing a path towards  

the neverending.