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 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
Currin
I wanted to put you on paper
To wrap my mind around you a little bit
(But we both know that's harder than it seems)

Remember when we learned in world geography class that you can never really fully represent a three dimensional object on a two dimensional piece of paper?
I think that also applies to you

You're the globe and I'm the cartographer that could never quite put you on a map
I have a globe the size of you in my brain and I don't think I'll be wrapping my mind around you anytime soon
 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
Renae
10
 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
Renae
10
A captivating set of brown laughing eyes caress my soul with happiness
Slim limbs dangle around my neck like the most beautiful necklace I will ever wear.
Here's to wishing 10 lasted longer than one year
For my son who just turned 10
 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
BM Shattuck
Warmth
 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
BM Shattuck
Follow the sun my child
For it only has good intentions
Let its rays caress you
                         And whisper in your ear
I am alive.
Let it kiss your cheek and wish you a better tomorrow.
For you only have good intentions
And I just want to caress you
And whisper in your ear
I am alive.
 Feb 2014 Jai Rho
Aruna
The comfort and warmth,
From the brown bark of trees.
An arrangement of letters, books are my disease.
To read and to read until my eyes are weighed down
With stories and poems these words bring around
To read is an adventure, another life beside yours
Another world you can enter, somewhere safe from the storm
That bashes and booms outside of you door.
When it ends, for those final few pages
You mourn.
As another day starts you choose something to read.
An adventure, a terror, a knight in good stead
To whisk you away to a place not your own
In a readers life, you don't have just one home.
I've been a sojourner in all the wrong places for all the wrong reasons
But  I have no intention to stop because through every season
All the clear pathways were barred and locked
So I just stumble along out of rhythm with the tick of the clock.
Someone once told me
there's an exception to every rule
In my clear cut world
Its hard to believe a paradox like you:
Like a snowfall in July
And the moonshine at noon
But All I know is when
I look into your eyes
I want it to be true.
You like me for the me that doesn’t make your coffee strong enough
the me that always seems to make you late
the me that almost burns a batch of cookies
the me that can't park straight to save my life
the me that absolutely hates being tickled
the me that takes some comments a little too sensitively
the me that keeps you up too late and makes you lose sleep
the me that never fully succeeds at using chopsticks
the me that takes a lifetime to decide what to eat
the me that insists you must trim your mustache
the me that needs your shoulder to cry on
the me that worries this “me” is too needy

And somehow you can put your hands right on my deepest insecurities
Exposing my vulnerabilities while covering me gently with love
Because I know I’m safe in your arms and you make me want to believe the sweet words you say.
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