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Victoria park poetry slam…invitation only
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2013
All my cloths are on while I am naked here with you
Beneath the shade of trees whispering the breeze to our ears
The strum of your guitar and the beat of my voice
Our glasses lay entwined around your bike hook
Our eyes lay entwined around my pen
Our hearts around your fingers
You sang me music to impress me
I blushed and gave you poems I felt could never hold a candle to your words
Craig said our writing was on par
But the rasp in your voice makes up for the lack of melody in mine, as you gets more soulful I want to cry form my chest, all the way past the voice box that won’t say I like you to the mouth that smiles rather than kiss you, and the eyes that see just how beautiful you are
With sea-foam green expression, eyes closed, head titled back
Adams apple shifting your world, your spirit floating on the wind across the picnic table
You sang me songs for poems that couldn’t hold a candle to you, I gave you poems for songs that couldn’t have known me better if they had actually been written about me…that’s how we first met, naked together under our cloths.
