will ya?
that one with the words,
falling off her eyes
like shooting stars...
with the verse dripping off her velvet skin,
like pearls of sweat
After a heavy heart intense workout...
squatting the pain with the dumbbells of time
crunching all her silly expectations
lounging this distance away
and drenching all this anger
in her every tear fall dead-lift.
Would you meet the lady...
please...
that speaks but your name language
like the softest breeze...
and grammers but the complete sentences
of your every glance?
would you give her a chance?
she who punctuates but in your lips shy bites
and days only when its your lonely long nights
suffixes but your initials footsteps...
and rephrases but in your tango dimples dance...
writes with your fleshy fingertips
wandering around her mind body
like a thai relief master
she who recites poems of your laughter
and rhymes million sonata in your each blink
couplets every time your hands fly with a drink
she who Saxton(s) her longing to your every still
and Nin(s) the yearning to everyring of smoke you drill...
she who lyrics but the melody of your comings
and hymns but your silent smiling screams
she who may or seems...
she who plays the distance mandolin
and tip-toes upon the glass floor of time...
would you please...
meet the lady of the fragrance breeze?
the one with growing gardens of your soul in her every stare...
and floods of your glared tears flowing in her bosom Nile...
just for a lifetime while...
enough to hold her heart again whole...
enough to bring all those who before it's ever enough...
left...
and enough to bring her into herself heart...back.
meet the lady
you can't until date say her name
out loud...
the lady who is wearing your existence scent around
the lady who calls you in her every sleep
for a meeting...
a lifetime enough,
per dream.
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