A Gift From The Man Of Gifted Words But Seldom Spoken
My dear friend Randy left me this beautiful poem before I moved to NYC, which left me wiping away streams of tears. He has books of poems that I have requested to post and am waiting to receive.
When those pair, the pair that sees the world and it's reality; craving lighthouses upon cloud-stripped seas, see her for the first time. You sigh from your loins, the air rising up within until its force is blocked by enamel's back. And your raised is reserved, a handshake that lasts not nearly long enough.
She's seen life. Arm in arm, down dubious paths and hard-earned lessons. It's there. Voice structure, and angle. Her shell can deceive. it's not easy to posses such a face of arresting delivery and beauty.
And you will write her off. After the blocked bodily upheaval of a first impression, words are turned off. Your words. Her words.
But the initiation is mutual admiration. And when common ground has crashed together, melting faults, your sigh still tucked in, marinating will find appropriate release.
Weird beauty. Woman of storied eyes, chain smokes and a light-hearted laugh.
Things will never be the same.
When those pair, the pair that sees the world and it's reality; craving lighthouses upon cloud-stripped seas, see her for the first time. You sigh from your loins, the air rising up within until its force is blocked by enamel's back. And your raised is reserved, a handshake that lasts not nearly long enough.
She's seen life. Arm in arm, down dubious paths and hard-earned lessons. It's there. Voice structure, and angle. Her shell can deceive. it's not easy to posses such a face of arresting delivery and beauty.
And you will write her off. After the blocked bodily upheaval of a first impression, words are turned off. Your words. Her words.
But the initiation is mutual admiration. And when common ground has crashed together, melting faults, your sigh still tucked in, marinating will find appropriate release.
Weird beauty. Woman of storied eyes, chain smokes and a light-hearted laugh.
Things will never be the same.
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