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You whispered through the crowd.

Shoved your number in my pocket.

Crumpled in a paper piece with all the touches shared.

And like your hair

My likeness parted into endless strands

At your stare.

Crayola eyes

That fill a pastel green around my greyest sights

And when I start to cry then

You can see these droplets splash

And trickle out... giving life to new horizons.



Tree bark lips -

earthly brown

Absorbing through a sip

butterfly brushed winds

through milk skins.



And finally... at longest last

I chime to seas

my dampened voice -

A colored harmony

residing deep within my throat coated with honey moist -

Tasteful... luscious... thickened thoughts...



And all thanks to your pencil eyes.

Sketching me through stencils -

Traced out to a crisp.

Pin me down.

Tell me how end goes.

But please... please...

leave me not in lone plateaus.

All I breathe... All I need

are autumn leaves to rustle

with my dying breeze...

Please...

Don't let me die bone-dry in deserts...



Wrap me in a jungle

With your hair that tumbles down in vines

When I do start to stumble.