whoever calls again

when we play like this we soar
hours pass before you notice
once the skull pillow was mine but
everytime, everybody, everyone reminds of you
vices have no reminder of
equal time, day or night or
royal gowns to go with your ear-rings
confirmed little words and tender
allowances while working hand-in-hand
leaning forward due to an unsupportive couch
like a trout without an upward stream
so know what i mean it is more than just a dream
after the sunset lets go out
give me some time
and we can share lots
if you let me i can give you everything
now i know where i should be
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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