you with the feathered-pen
brown eyes and
beestung lips
there's refuge in the warmth
of your hands;
certainty in the tightness
of your embrace
we've been here
twice, love
but it is still the same old you
faded jeans
white shirt,
and a ransomed smile
which puts me off track
each time, everytime.
you with smallest set of teeth
that grits at the most stupendous
affairs,
and exults eagerly to a sight
of a newly baked bread
or a freshly brewed coffee
the world sets at your palms
and travels with you;
i want to watch you soar higher
like a blackbird in the midst
of the darkness and into the light
you’re forever in my pocket
blues-man ---
just keep rockin'.
i miss you...
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