She
Strawberry blond
cats' eyes and freckled breasts
a voice of spiders web and silk
In my secret place
the love I've made to you transcends
the fact I never have
or ever will
taste the nectar of your flower
or baste in your sweet sweat,
spit, you, and warmth
If you could take
the part of me that belongs to you
and hold it in your hand
You would know
I loved you before I saw you
and I love you now
the way water loves stone
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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