could

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 peripherals

exuberance which arrives again

really a brand new experience every time

free with all cages open

every touch is a new electric stun

combined those with hidden

tests of personal bubble combustion

if you didn’t know

only by trying

nobody looks at me

like you

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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