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James M Boyer Nov 2010
her beauty personifies the perfection
of a chaos theory hard at work
a gentle flapping of her eyelashes
could effect my entire Earth.

Send a tornado through my heartbeat
of a nuclear winter through my veins
an earthquake across all muscles
and a power outage in my brain.
She could reinvent my humanity
with the humility in her eyes
there's no way I could love her more
no matter which & what way I may try.

My skin bumps in goose flesh
in response to her next breath
it lets the tide return to sea
and rejuvenate her depths.

Her currents intersect like neurons
that fire rapid, nerve to ending
conduct the idea before the thought
no worry of a moments pending
on the fringe of "not to be."
What’s the next effect she'll be sending?
if she thinks a single thought of chaos
it could mean the worlds ending.
Written November 29th, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Nov 2010
Her eyes are like my therapy
with a glint that calms my nerves
even if she doesn't know
this feelings not deserved.
I am a head case
with a basket full of bad habits
smokers cough & tar filled lungs
is just one amongst the average.
Too much **** & too much *****
consumed in self absorption
not even worth a single cent
and I've claimed it as extortion.
Yet her smile is a blessing
from my immoral being
swept up by her laughter
distracts internal screaming,
I bare the curses of a lesser man
but never say a word
because it's through her heart & soul
that I know that I'll be cured.
Written November 16, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
James M Boyer Nov 2010
See, I dreamt of you,
Before I ever seen your face
The perfectness of lineage
As your curves took on their shape.
Dimples at the very tip,
Of your very flexible legs
I could sit and let you be
My pinning over sage.

Apple from the tree of knowledge
In Eden’s Garden Grove
Even in the black lit darkness
Your dancing halos glow.
Mirror Imaged complexion,
Reflecting the beauty of the stars
Pinned up to the night fall
Like fire flies in jars.

If only it were that simple
To capture the beauty you behold,
Inside Masonic glass and lid
Because for you there is no mold.
Goddess, hale from another plain
With an evenly stellar shine
The universe just can’t compare
To the divinity of your bloodline.
written November 15, 2010.- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart
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