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she was

she was

the dream i kept building
turning towards the dawning waves of daylight
as if i’d never known


the dream i was leaning into
along the rocky shores of courtship
saying the right things
to each other

to keep any dream alive
both lovers must contribute
adoration multiplied
sarcasm assassinated
in one simple action
repeated several times a day

“i can’t wait to kiss you”



i am the poet of desire by john oakley mcelhenney

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