I long for the reign of the visual (her first look of the day)
The pitter patter stampede on my conscience
quickly softened with a touch; such is the cotton effect
of her flesh:::
still she isn't here
vile is the curse of distance
the struggle to be close to her::
**the want knows
what it's like to be beatified in accession**
ingratiated in proximity
inculcated by a smile
**when inches feel like miles
continents should be easy**
still I panhandle for a word
dumpster-dive for images
Forever searching for you, a salve of perfection, frozen in time
There is an arrogance in the required syllables needed to describe her grace
cdh
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
I long for the reign of the visual (her first look of the day)
The pitter patter stampede on my conscience
quickly softened with a touch; such is the cotton effect
of her flesh:::
still she isn't here
vile is the curse of distance
the struggle to be close to her::
**the want knows
what it's like to be beatified in accession**
ingratiated in proximity
inculcated by a smile
**when inches feel like miles
continents should be easy**
still I panhandle for a word
dumpster-dive for images
Forever searching for you, a salve of perfection, frozen in time
There is an arrogance in the required syllables needed to describe her grace
cdh
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