becoming accustomed to the
way in which you cut through the air
and you are right here
in my mind
little notes you’ve written down
and a giant paw of a tiger
when the case for a
moon telling you what to do
while we went on our path
answers that have unspoken questions
making your final way
on the song that has to be sung
as the clouds that make a
symbol in the air
that all of us have seen before
and porcelain skin that wakes me up
again as the week must end
even if I didn’t want it
I dove into the idea
and I have gotten the touch
from you at last
and I could never do better

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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