Gray suits me and I need you, baby.
These days of sun
strike
waken me
and I find myself in need.
I want to
bask in sweet nothings and talk for hours,
hear your voice.
I've had enough of Shakespeare's sonnets,
Melville's
musings,
Eliot's enigmas. I'm craving simple, lounging dawn-to-dark with television, treats.
I'm weak.
Weak without
you
and I need you, baby.
The commonplace, I long for, long nights at your place,
please.
I'm falling short of words, not a thing to say.
I'm light and easy, healthy, waiting on your laugh,
relishing, enraptured by your
captivating superfluity,
silenced by your
flourished speech, patiently I'm missing you, desire dilating.
I want to
take a back road,
get lost in your gaze, marry in the morn.
I've had enough of me. I need some more of you.
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
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