You are a poem
mysterious,
beautiful,
cryptic,
viscous.
Sometimes,
you invite me
to have a glimpse
of your unfinished
stanzas.
I relish visiting
with you,
feeling
at home with you,
as if
I’ve become
one with you.
Sometimes,
your eyes sparkle
when a word I say
stirs the neurons, t…
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