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I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
Ya gotta play the game babe
If ya wanna stay in it
you can feel the guilt and carry it to your death
eat it every
or you can just let it go
just let it go man
this wasn't your problem
it was theirs
you have proven that you are WORTHY
r e s p e c t
You, my friend, can carry as much baggage as you like
see you

I couldn't think of anything more perfect
Than having you by my side
I find men intriguing
Men with rhythm and strong but gentle hands
Confidence, determination and courage
Who walk with direction and intention with every step -
Without even knowing it
You are a protection against the man who is lost
Who has no self worth
There is no woman who does not respect a man of honour
These men are a rare commodity who do not violate human dignity
I know these men
They are an intimidation justified
If you are one of these men
I bow to you
when the power goes out
It was the tag that started the conversation & I'm not talking skin.
It was the round window that bought us all in.
The window that soothly tells the truth;
thought, reflection & reality in the sublime psychology of being in the moment of life as it is perceived within yourself as one but, connected with all of us.
It's easy to be selfish until you see the tag on the window.
A jolt of reality  needed.
I should have left it there but I cleaned it off.
That in itself is a statement of society trying to clean up what is not allowed within the square box.
I am guilty but, the tag stays in the subconscious mind of us all.
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