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This has been in my heart, for a long time. This poem has written and rewritten itself upon my soul and entire being, Now I think... I've found some words worthy of realizing it. Rarely, do I find such trouble in placing lexemes in sequences and patterns that depict, at least with some accuracy, what I feel, and what each reader may feel or have felt at one point in his or her life.
My inability to maintain decent conversation on VR...
My constant disappearing for hours at a time...
Recently...I got hit by a runaway Train
made out of Lightning rods, during a thunderstorm.
And its showing no sign of slowing down. And I fucking LOVE IT.
I have been, delving into someone else's world. And her into mine.
She poked me, and laughed. I responded and she gasped.
She dared me and I dared. I opened my mind and she stared.
into my world with a interest that still leaves me wanting more
of her. In every way. Experiencing her has been... a delight and
unyielding need presents itself every time that she is not in my ear.
Every day... the question is bartered between us: "What ARE we doing??"
She said learning
I said enjoying
She said playing with fire
I said I'm a pyro.
She said falling hard, and fast.
I said...making a list.
It could be a list of the ways, I plan on making love to her. From the doorway to the stairs. To the Kitchen to our room. Could be a list of every inch of her body being gently touched with my lips. It could be a list of the things we've yet to share, like a library of Unwritten Books. Hmm hmm. I can't wait to see what's to come next. Every time we speak something is learned. So it may be a list of the thing I have learned, that I want to show her. A list of the experiences, that make me, me. It could be a shopping list we'd gather together for the dinner I plan to cook for her every time we see one another. Maybe even a list of places I'd like to take her to visit. These are all possibilities and hence the 'mights' and 'maybes' But the Certainty of the list is this:
This is a list of things that I want and will share with her and her alone.
More adequate this could not be. My ritual is to get caught in the rain and let the world forgive me. This I need. This I want. The rain is too light right now. It's been too light since dawn.
Let it pour and you'll find me among its wet embrace.
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