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ive wanted you
thoughts about the simplistic
how realistic, it could become
i found bricks from that brownstone
ive found pens with dried ink
i smell the scent of the natural
how supernatural it really feels
collecting what my mind is projecting
enables me to figure that we are we
even though the walls were demolished
craft remains polished and these words are still
about you
roses are nothing compared to
the birds in paradise
white sheets surround you
and your soul, as you lay bare
you remind me of a flame
yet tamed in the shell of the most beautiful
damn im blessed
what was wanted is now right here
flesh to touch
warm and controlled
i have you

jay g