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Precious
You're precious.
Still it amazes me
How you extract air
From my lips so breathless.
Run it right through your hair
To always have
My thoughts on your head.
You're powerful.
Possessing an ability
To craft a picture-perfect moment
From casual situations.
And make sorrowful conversations
Bring me to a smile.
You're something, love.
The reality I've been dreaming of -
The soothing glove of ice
For a burning hand...
You know, when I used to clap
It stung, as flames would join together.
But now my applause
Produces
Snowy feather traces
Of virgin flakes in stormy weather.
You're a static charge.
Clinged to me
Like charged sparks
To electrified fence barbs.
How that wire
Can sink through my veins
And flush out the crimson pain
That had me bound.
You're an onion sweet.
Layers that I unravel
Make me sob
At all the riches
I have found within my travels
To your center.
Core of dismantled desires
That I will piece together.
You're precious.
A jigsaw puzzle of love
So infectious to finish.
Six million pieces
Spread out across the floor
Before me...
Taking your fragments shattered
To arrange
And rediscover the grandiose pattern
That leaves me crying for more...
