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He paints me in hues Of watercolor skies My body, his canvas, Stroked gently By the strands of his eyes Had I ever known true love like this? Forbidden touch Of Moon and Sun Nightly blessed By his goodbye kiss

You grip the world beneath your fingertips Reminding yourself To always hang on No matter how you start to slip Seemingly insane Yet never too far gone away You travel place to place Touching everyone With the warmth of the sun Emanating with elated radiance Gravitational The way we dance Sensational The energy exchanged between our hands Your laugh could fill a room with smiles Resonating your inner child I've been searching for you in years and miles Just to transcend both time and space I find the answers to the universe Written across your face Living language in the form of pencils and paint The world is your canvas Beckoning for the brush of your existence

You spread your branches out wide Enough to catch me Coarse and rigid bark Dripping sweet and sappy I find myself wandering outside On days like these To enjoy an afternoon swing Back and forth, Back and forth Not always sure If I'll keep coming back Maybe One day I'll stay But what's the fun in knowing that I know I never said for keeps But freedom sometimes seems so lonely And my love tires, As she sleeps  Dormant within me Still playfully hung up By what used to be her noose Now just looking for a sturdy branch to tell her This isn't the kind of game you have to lose Something about tire swings in summer Always sounded like good news Unaffected by the loose screws Barely hanging on by worn threads Even amongst an icy winter frost I seek the softness of your breath Leaving behind secret whispers Decoded on foggy panes Stories of what comes after springtime rains Familiarity of this space ...