Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Staccato Pulses (Poem)

I think about you so often
It exhausts me
What is this sorcery?
That makes me put you before me
It's haunting
The way my heart beats when you're talking
Staccato pulses
The rhythm breaks as love pours in
I am yours then
And there is no greater fortune
Serenity, joy, protection.....I am your fortress
So won't you walk in
And enjoy the view
Get to know what it means when I say I love you
Get lost in me, get lost in the truth
Explore my ugly, enjoy my beautiful
Hold and hug me
Ecstasy in intervals
Things won't be perfect
But I'll perfect my point of view
And know for certain
This here holds no greater roots
You are that person
The one I trust
The one I choose
So be that person
The one I love
Perpetual muse

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