i don't know your name
so i'll call you 'that hot guy i saw in town'streams of blonde fell upon your Donatello sculpture
gleams of golden sunlight danced on the skin you generously offered
crushed herbs and squeezed berries kissed me on my nose
i wanted to kiss them back but you kept walking along the road
god, i wanted to stop you but you weren't meant for me
you are for the world because your eyes hold the dark side of the moon and the undiscovered sea
you are for the one whose brave enough to kiss your garden back and stop you on the street
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Such A Delicate Thing
Poetrya collection of poems about my sensitivity and contradictory