May I ask you to relate
Every piece of your life to this very minute
Every fog-minded morning, every dream-minded night
Every fear from twin bed years on
I have a bed waiting empty, and empty to stay
I will sit at your lips until the stars nod off
For the mere fleeting thought of your face
Or drop of your name
Floods my mind with the scent of your clothes
This is very important
Please, build me the man inside them
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
To Listen
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