Poe-m-try, He likes the golden I carry

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he likes the golden I carry

I thought he visited us often –

he comes regularly

at my eyelids doors

.

he sits on blonde

eyelashes and whispers

showing me stories

to teach me

the curvy way of love

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he loves on my trembling

lips budding up and 
flies low

on the silk of my skin

he sees me when I don’t

 .

he speaks to me when

I don’t hear but

his visits stay with me

 .

one day I may tell

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-february 22, 2010-

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