She felt like rhythm and blues
The poets muse
The strings strum
The pink of gums portrayed Frank
In the ocean of miracles
She needed a blessed saving
The clocks chimed
She forgot the notions of time
Once limiting herself to the nonsense
Of possessing “life’s values”
The calcium increased her stature
Phonetically prancing above clouds
Lack of communication was for millennial fools
Sending CDs with preferred tracks sparked my fuse
I kept her satisfied every weekend
Weekdays of foreplay
Ending in imperative aggressive fucking
Passive in public display
Daring transitory folk to attempt distraction
Teaching her to ignore the here say
I’m a tormented lover of compassion
The switch up let her attraction attach to my web
Addicted and high off the lifting
She doesn’t fuck with backwash
Still my river waters are swallowed
Curing every pain in her throat
Polishing her crown above her bruised history
Becoming the permanent commercial break
From over played episodes
I lost sleep day dreaming her entrance
Breaking day ascending into her essence
My eccentric attention relished the purest of intention
This apprentice was of no resemblance
Balancing our burdened hearts
As the only magician to steer this engine.
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