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Lofting
Lofting
Under a
Slopping roof
With special
Purpose.
Looking
Up towards
An upper story
Past the slope
Of the face
Of your head.
Lofting
With you
My armored hero
With whom mystic words
Are spoken.
To whom's
Tender weapon
I am open
In this atmosphere
Of wonder.
Aloft
So high
My soul's
Been driven.
Exploding
With depth
Charges
Under siege
With little
Coaxing
As mysterious as ever.
Aloft
Go
My sweet surrender.
That no incantation
Can summon.
As i watch
You stand with
Dignity and character.
Wanting you
Like no other.
There
Are places
I remember.
Lists and chats
With tales of
Angels, angst and fire.
Alternate universes
With unknown
Destructive powers.
Of all of those
I love you better.
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Thresha Reese
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