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A Girl Called Mirage

How your lips move with words;
you savour each syllable
and I,
Can't help but wonder how they'll taste
If I picked them off your tongue.

How light dances in your eyes;
like mischievous spirits
dancing around fires
and I,
long to peer deep
till I'm singed, moth to fire.

How your hair shines in the sun;
stubborn, jet black
cotton candy
Halo crowns you,
and I,
stretch an arm
In worship, you Gaia incarnate.

How raindrops run down your curves;
Leaving traces on your
Dark Chocolate skin,
And I,
watch in envy their sensual descent.

How your aura holds attention;
like shimmering light
in pitch black night
and I,
a Deer,
Blinded in headlights
Spellbound before deadly impact.

How your presence holds me captive;
like all things that lead men astray,
desire trumps reason,
and I,
into the desert, follow a mirage,
knowing fully, this won't end well.

*****April 16*****

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You know how I can't stand it,
When you've had a bowl of beans,
And this six by six meters of room
Is raging hell and bitter perfume.

You know how it irks me,
When I hold my breath
And you laugh too hard
Till tears run down your cheeks
Ridged by parallel tribal marks.

You know I hate you
For not being here,
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And I don't know how to breath easy.

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Whenever I come to visit you.

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