tomorrow my baby arrives
like no other
she smiles as i consume her presence
and slip into the void
left from the last kiss
so long ago
a counting meter, as a metronome
dictates the patience and distance
we endure as one
knowing only the endgame
without doubt or question
affirmed from the start
the sweet smell of you
precedes your arrival at the gate
like the entrance to Candyland
my senses subtly capture you
consuming every molecule
as my entry to your world
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Candyland
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forever i wish You nothing but happiness.
this made me smile, for we all should be so lucky to have that sense of belonging in someone's world.
and now i understand.
that southern thing, Ya know. ~grins~
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