could perfection

coming home to you is like some
ocean sized songs and a
undeniable painting made with clouds
little touches and sometimes a hug
dedicated smiles which bring lightness
perception playing around in the peripheral
exuberance which arrives again
really a brand new experience every time
free as a zoo with all the cages open
every touch is like a new electric stun
combine those with hidden
tests of the personal bubble combustion
if you didn’t know me then
only by trying can you know me now
nobody looks at me like you

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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