re - posted....a poem

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"What shape from those clouds have you made?"


A tear falling into a spoon?


I cherish to ask her
but
I keep quiet;
our itching; I prefer.


I long to touch that pale white skin,
her serene breathing,
replaced with sweat and scratches.
my thoughts to become her reality,

to kick the drugs.......


but keep the wondering.


I do wonder. My mind it wonders. I'm wondering now.



Probably right not to break the silence,
a costly mistake,
fortitude is in silence;
I’m learning -
and will embrace.


Girls are the enrichment of men,
a secret undiscovered.
Blessed they care too much -
times ten.



I do wonder. I wonder why. Why would they?




Waves pass by on mass but she lays by me.


Should I just see elephants instead?
Is she listening, does she want to know,
her arm is close to mine,
my soul in tow.


Spirits dance to the rise of the sun,
still we lay on our backs,
me tearing grass for fun.


Little finger stretched out,
I hope for her hand
my numb touch is christened,
and she doesn’t shout.



I do wonder; about her. A lot. I just do most all times.



I wouldn’t know what to do if I tried,
and if I ever said I did,
well,
I,

I didn’t,
still don’t
ornately, she’s by my side.

My feelings well grounded; unaware how to kiss.
women are one thing;
oblique;
yet we can't scratch the surface,
playing the field;
for ignorance not bliss,
a self appreciation;
for all failed egotists.


I do wonder, well my mind wonders; lots and lots.


The clouds don’t move,
yet maybe we have, finger, then thumb
our hearts joined as one.

Wow,
she rolls to me, our two dark eyes as four;
then holds her pose without whispers,
but she looks up, with love and fear

"I see the spoon waiting for the tear"