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Personification
day to day
you reflect
what I've come to expect
as my soul...
dearest mirror
who wholes up
half-sections.
it's why I say
you're the personification of my affection,
and not the object of it.
because you live it,
breathe it,
mold it,
free it,
not just sit there
and let me see it
through a vague
resemblance.
it's why my sentence
will always look best
written on your sheet.
smitten
on your heart beat --
letter by letter imprinted
in rhythmic fashion
on tender red -
you bled
that night.
the underpinnings
on your soul-tarp
popped off --
sent it flying
flapping in the wind --
a scarlet sheet -
like wine-wings in the air...
the heavens themselves
got drunk on your taste...
and chaste
like the morning sky.
casting blue haze
throughout my rue days --
don't stop living, baby.
magic with you
is just so abundant
it's crazy...
