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Girl of imagery, of MacBook and Photoshop.   In a Skype conference with designers and Project Managers across Europe,   Smiling to me when I enter the room Quietly; she's working. I was in Sweden With the guys. Bragging. *She's good for You,* they said, raising Beer cans around the fire. *Woman Accepted, dear brother!* A little too drunk, I felt, to phone her from The hill with reception. No need. She'd Texted me: *Sverre, I am perfect for you; As you are for me. I adore your energy Around me. The thought of you Dances around in my head Like my last marble, playing pinball with My insecurities and confidences, Scoring, then dropping, being Thrusted back out, making PINGS and PONGS, and my knees weak. I love taking Care of you, between all your cares taken of Me. By Odin, I love you, my one true Man.* Woman, you turn down all other Volumes, leaning back with eyes closed When I read for you. Naming me poet, But I see now; there's not a medium in This world you cannot tame and utilize. I've painted with you, now write with me. You are a rock star superwoman. All I can teach you, is that attitude.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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Girl of imagery, of MacBook and Photoshop.   In a Skype conference with designers and Project Managers across Europe,   Smiling to me when I enter the room Quietly; she's working. I was in Sweden With the guys. Bragging. *She's good for You,* they said, raising Beer cans around the fire. *Woman Accepted, dear brother!* A little too drunk, I felt, to phone her from The hill with reception. No need. She'd Texted me: *Sverre, I am perfect for you; As you are for me. I adore your energy Around me. The thought of you Dances around in my head Like my last marble, playing pinball with My insecurities and confidences, Scoring, then dropping, being Thrusted back out, making PINGS and PONGS, and my knees weak. I love taking Care of you, between all your cares taken of Me. By Odin, I love you, my one true Man.* Woman, you turn down all other Volumes, leaning back with eyes closed When I read for you. Naming me poet, But I see now; there's not a medium in This world you cannot tame and utilize. I've painted with you, now write with me. You are a rock star superwoman. All I can teach you, is that attitude.
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Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:01 AM UTC
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