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I wrote a poem about my girlfriend for her birthday, call me lame all you want.
“pandas +++”
i weep to your eyes as they rest upon pedestals,
dancing within the rich spring water.
your cheekbones transcend the horizon line,
reclining to the sun smiling.
warmth serenades the light-out backdrop
in our orchard of serenity.
trade moments like cards,
an ethereal trick to embellish your heart.
and when your shadow blends in with my spirit,
birds will fly out of our mouths and into
a nest of placidity.
i count days on my fingers until i
rest upon your physical frame
and settle to pale palms and rain.
we're left to wonder at coalescing hours
and a need to preserve them.
i live deprived of words
for i can't stop falling into the depth of your skin.
the essence of isolation drops me,
but the presence of you lights a flame in my chest.
i’ll light a hundred candles for you always,
kiss embers in the dawn.
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