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Did you know when you posed for that photo
That it would represent my sincerest dreams?
Did you know, posing, letting yourself go
That you would represent all of love's themes?

There's a picture I can't look away from
With simplicity of your innocence.
There's a picture of what love can become
With simplicity, strength and elegance.

Your lines and curves and perfection of shape
Transport my soul and take hold of my gaze.
Your lines of your chest o'er shoulder and nape
Transport my soul to see beauty and praise.

You are the picture I paint in my head
Of beauty that only exists in thought.
You are the picture I dream of in bed.
Of beauty that I have forever thought.
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A word is banal,
An inspiration revelatory.
Poets must channel,
From too meager a depository.

The rhyme is too dull,
The sharpness of inspiration cuts deep.
A poem is null,
That misses the feeling that made you weep.

Why should I bother,
Poets undertake too lofty a goal.
Just write another,
That gets no more than the shrug of a soul.

What matters the font,
When overwhelmed feeling what I must prove.
I write what I want,
Hoping it captures the power to move.

Words are too meager,
To describe what makes my soul animate.
So why so eager?
A poet’s burden is to bear words’ weight.
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K N Brown Jul 2018
I am quiet,

for I learned the hard way

that words fail me,

and my actions bring music

to the gaping silence

— The End —