sometimes i am enamored
by such a simple pleasure
infatuated really
with colors and
texture
with sounds and
touch
what's the difference really?
for instance,
your laughter bubbles through my veins,
pleasure rings in my brain,
orchestral sparks of light
glimmer from my fingertips;
amuse me
dear
delight me
i can smell your
happiness
i can find it
why can't we
why shouldn't we
share in my ecstasy
feel my happiness
just stay with me for a second
you'll hear the sun
i promise
it beams joy constantly
it tells me so many secrets
cont...
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