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What are you waiting for?
Dawn
It's morning again sweet self
Sitting at the
crest of this beach full of heartbeats
I wonder what ever became of love..
The space between
those
tender moments
of
frustration and glee
Where I dropped my tomb linens
and
sang to you by
the fire of
my verbs
I saw it all
Like the tattoos
on my
forearms speak
volumes
in pictures
of depth to fragile for most
But not
you
I give love
like the wave that crashes
it's body to
the sand
And for once
I would like to be loved like that too
Always reaching into
empty oceans
but still finding shells
dollars made of sand-
orange stars of acceptance for who I am
It's liquid my poems...
A beacon of hope in wasted times where
love doesn't come first
or
last to some
I eat the air
A delicious consumpiton
of strength
to empower me
and
eyes wide as the escaping Moon,
hungry as ever I smile
Good morning boi
