DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVEA Poem by MICHAEL
Above all
I am your friend Someone who doesn't demand anything other than for you to be you I will listen I will talk while you listen for you must be my friend too I'm stuck in the fishing net or is it the fishnet stockings one thin strand of gold circles your right nostril while deer brown eyes circle my soul I know I'm going to get hurt but that one moment of heaven is worth it It's amazing how relationships coalesce all the blending of heart and desire on the verge, on the cusp on the corner of Martindale and Hillside on the bus bright wood shining © 2009 MICHAELReviews
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