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I live a lot inside my head

Believe it or not

I'd rather be outside

Know the sun and grass

Touch the hand of God

Not be afraid to ask

A potential love

To bask in my presence

Over cream and coffee

Maybe a movie

A simple conversation

Maybe another day

Another week

Maybe just a single year

A peck on the cheek

A, "Nice to meet you, dear."



It took a lot to come to this

A nail and a hammer

A lid to a coffin

A long time lost

Being haunted

By a ghost that was no angel

Or the woman my head drew

Like my Mona Lisa

With white teeth

And a smile that releases love

On to only me

With puckered lips

And ocean eyes

Above blushing cheeks

And words so sweet

There'd be no doubt

When her soul met mine



So, here I am

Open like the book St. Peter keeps

Checking off names

Off of Honey-did-you-do lists

With hands to the sky

Malleable as clay

Waiting once again

For that coveted day

Searching just as ever

For the perfect words to say

Just how long I've waited

How much love I've stored up

How I can't wait to get started

Giving all of myself to her

Plain and genuine

Soft and eloquent

Fierce and gently

And forever and ever more

And forever again if I can