I looked you in the eye
that ever-longing look
locked into eternal bliss
-- not the bliss of a gynmastic conversation
but the bliss of an ever-lasting memory
Your thoughtful face embraces
the calm of my deeper being
Its not what you wear
-- its what's in your heart
; sad boy blue
stripes of transgression
in a fusion of isolation
you are my honesty imbued
with the bitter taste of bad breath
yet you breath thru me still
like a winter's breeze
in the cold world
basking in sunlight
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