i would like to speak to you in prose, not verse.
for what in verse most carefully metered
cannot with ease portray what my heart longs
to spill. and while your words most eloquently
express the beauty of your soul filled vision,
sometimes, rough lines spell out best
the truth of who we are
ethereal music has its place in the stars,
that castle of dreams, of visions afar
but hands that dig in dirt, mold the clay
of our connection, binding moon and star
tell me more of who you are...
--bruised orange
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