Sunday, March 13, 2016

God said, "I was meant to be a writer..."  

My mind like a camera and an archive 
box you into frames and shelves 

My thoughts fly into rainbows and swim 
on marmalade
of a journey with you

Keep me; I turn up in the middle
night 
and by dawn only with you.

You are my forever.

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