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Do you ever wish you could choose your dream Before you go to bed? Mine'd find my nose lost, twisted About jet-black, jawline beard hair Scent of peppermint and the day's scrub cap I'd get lost in the softness of underamour Cotton blend cloth wrapped softly Over chest fuzz and brown skin mounds Musky and warm Tongue rushing past tongue Taste buds tingling like a newborn kitten's Sand paper tongue or that zing that Happens when you lick a battery. Smiling eyes that look up at me From chin rested on chest And hand stroking face as if to say: "I wouldn't be any other place Than right here right now, so love me." Two island flat feet, wide and deliberate, Kicking like a baby might splash his Feet in his first bath out of giddiness And the longing for our ocean church. Whispers of: "I'm in love with you and I'm so excited about it. And us." A collection of songs that once covertly Communicated longing and now Proclaim belonging Because--for ***** sake!--we waited A long *** time And it was worth it. I guess I should start choosing dreams Of the dark water abyss Or flying Or speaking 7 languages Or a 6th and 7th sense. Because I get to live this dream. Every day.
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
Every Day
Do you ever wish you could choose your dream Before you go to bed? Mine'd find my nose lost, twisted About jet-black, jawline beard hair Scent of peppermint and the day's scrub cap I'd get lost in the softness of underamour Cotton blend cloth wrapped softly Over chest fuzz and brown skin mounds Musky and warm Tongue rushing past tongue Taste buds tingling like a newborn kitten's Sand paper tongue or that zing that Happens when you lick a battery. Smiling eyes that look up at me From chin rested on chest And hand stroking face as if to say: "I wouldn't be any other place Than right here right now, so love me." Two island flat feet, wide and deliberate, Kicking like a baby might splash his Feet in his first bath out of giddiness And the longing for our ocean church. Whispers of: "I'm in love with you and I'm so excited about it. And us." A collection of songs that once covertly Communicated longing and now Proclaim belonging Because--for ***** sake!--we waited A long *** time And it was worth it. I guess I should start choosing dreams Of the dark water abyss Or flying Or speaking 7 languages Or a 6th and 7th sense. Because I get to live this dream. Every day.
For you, Pesto.
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Micronesian
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 10:27 PM UTC
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