Distant Crush

Your poetry plugs my right string
Most often I have had to pinch myself back to being
Your words ensnares like a beautiful dream
Cloud one to eight sewn without a seam
Shimmering effects that defies focusing
My lips read, leading my soul to a scream
Ecstatic from this red wine made from words

One more round of the surfing
Clawing and clawing to catch the beam
To, some how, tame my being from whirling
So my body and my soul would stay a team
My coarse hands may never hold you, so I'll keep holding your poems while hallucinating
Watching you from afar like a star gleam
From a string, then two, now you strum my fantasy chords. ~ Tee2emm

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