There you are again, slipping into a viewing view. Your "ways" that you are showing me are most lovingly exposing you. You are showing me the portal to your soul, often in a dream and just as often, if not more often now in the waking world, during the moments when your integrity steams.
Why a poem, that is so hard to follow? I don't know.
This is not a poem. If it is, it is a really bad one.
I am off the pages and onto the sheets, even with these pages that are huge.
Dozing on and off.
Too tired for tomorrow that isn't even here.
You are a beautiful man ... loved for your beauty.
Whether the waking walk or in my dreams, you are showing up. Goddess knows I appreciate that. Please know that I appreciate you.
3:37
My God ... you are beautiful.
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