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I used to flip through my pages
        Scanning
There were some interesting points
  Some high, some low, some kind of just sitting in-between after the good and the bad cancelled each other out, but mostly I
       Skimmed by,

         Until I met you,

                 You can't be summed up, there's too much to you, you're too rich, too deep
Too interesting to be confined to a few measly paragraphs and sped-read through

     You deserve attention, you deserve time,

       And the more I've gotten to know you, the more I realize you're the entire book, the entire story in beautiful, vivid detail.

                *I'm going to take my time getting to the end of you, and I dog-eared the page where you entered my heart, so that if I ever forget how it feels to fall for you, I can go back to the start
 Mar 2016 David Crum
River
Path
 Mar 2016 David Crum
River
Unknown path
The soles of my feet
Have taken a mind of their own
The earth is my river
My feet are the oars

I saw you
In the distance
Always in the distance
You're just a figment
Just one instance
I always forsake it
So much intensity,
I just can't take it

Tap into my brain
My heart
My name
Touch my hand
Let me feel you
Feel me
Feeling, easy

Pray to the Universe
For some fortuitous verse
My shyness is a curse
I try to shake it
But that only makes it worse

Dreams
Dreams are all I have of you
And collections of what could be
And what I think should be
You're right down there
And I'm right up here
Can we align
On the same wave
I need to ride this wave with you
I want to

Our paths are parallel
And soon they will intersect
We'll meet right in the middle
No worrying
No force
With ease we'll flow
Right to the green spring meadow
Where at last
Our hearts will understand

We will lie our bodies down in the grass
Our hopeful hearts will beat fast
So, I'll meet you there soon
I'm now walking the path

Our hearts are vagrants
Our divinely timed meeting
Will come soon
Our hearts entwined
Will fill our bones with the home
We've always searched for.
 Mar 2016 David Crum
Wanderer
Maraschino cherry red sun rays cut through pre-dawn shadows
I lay dormant in dream state
Limbs waking up to the vision of juicy starburst colors
Dancing across my pale gray walls
I stretch languidly with whispers of "good morning" coming from each molecule
The first of March three years later and I still ache
No amount of yoga, running, sweat or tears could ease the soreness
I get overwhelmed, stay in bed, retreat from sound
There is no running from the memory of your voice
Realizing that I did not want to was a journey
I prefer the echo to the silence
I trade the shadow for the light
I did not intend for this to become a homage to loss yet from time to time you cannot help what weighs heavy on your heart no matter your intentions.
 Feb 2016 David Crum
CE
I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS DYING AND YOU TOOK ONE LOOK AT MY BLEEDING THROAT AND TOLD ME NOT TO GET BLOOD ON YOUR NEW SHIRT
 Feb 2016 David Crum
Wanderer
The echo of his fingertips
Resonates through cyber cerebral tinsel bright ends
I sigh into the lengthening shadows
Knowing that with each minute gone
Another day has passed that I don't know the weight of those echos
I know only of their missing
With tenderness.
 Feb 2016 David Crum
Cecil Miller
Look at me with wide open eyes.
Know that I am not as I appear.
I never did mind the darkness,
Even though it frightens me so.

Sometimes, I fool even myself
Into thinking that I search for answers.           
                                             ­      
The truth is something more
Than I ever will display.

SATOR
AREPO
TENET
OPERA
ROTAS

And I awaken.

I speak for him,
I speak though him.

It does not matter the reason.

Never, never will I leave.

There was a crystal chalice
From which I used to drink.
There was a set of pricipals
On which I used to think.

And once the door is opened
The words begin to flow.
I am his brother, partner, lover.

I am the summate of his fears.

I am the solvant of his tears.

Sometimes all you have is yourself.

Sometimes all he has is me.

I make the decisions,
And take the actions
That are too difficult for him.

There are times I haved saved his life,
But I should never be mistaken for what I am not.

My venom is toxic.
The following previously untitled bit is just a little homage to my dark half...hope you like it.
(writen feb 12fth, 2012)
 Feb 2016 David Crum
Emily B
maybe
 Feb 2016 David Crum
Emily B
when i get home this morning
i'm gonna throw a log
or two on the fire
and oil that wheel
and ply some yarn

maybe

if the bobbin
doesn't break
and i'm not too tired
and the fire's not already out
and the yarn doesn't knot up


maybe i will
it's not much, but the only song i've heard in a while
I couldn't think of a better blade than you
                     Because you cut so deep
        *You don't leave any trace that whatever you sever even existed
 Feb 2016 David Crum
Emily B
looking back at me
from a 16th century painting

Count Alborghetti of Bergamo And His Son

it was your face
your hair
your eyes
your hands

i never had a photograph
of you before

i searched
until i found
the artist and the subject

holy ****
you really shouldn't
sneak up on me that way

i remember
being married to you
a thousand years before
and a couple of hundred
years after

but this image
is a shock to me
painting by Giovanni Battista Moroni
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