Love for the PuristA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionI just dig this feeling....and I dreamt of you like a complete craving, my desires heightening, my heart caving.... beating intermittently, inside, my butterflies are smitten, able to let go of all of.... this that I've been saving.... and I dreamt of you like a complete craving, gracing scenes and countering the balance of destined themes… and it seems like percentages of my brain are stimulated in ways that make me incredibly capable of picking up on your waves If I could, I’d create a maze that wouldn’t be escapable, Every way would lead right back to you. I’d compose the greatest song, Moving me to tears because it is so spiritual. I’d sip from the same cup as my last supper, Hoping that we’d be able to come together and expand on rituals. I’d place my hands on your forehead And transfer what it is that I see, For your very own visual. …and I dreamt of you like a complete craving… ideally saving your softness for places you’ve yet to arrive. I would explore the history of the world From within your womb, Re-writing classic scriptures in our own language, As time begins to fade and A higher intensity of light begins to bloom. And I dreamt of you like a complete craving…. Saying my name.
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Added on February 29, 2008Last Updated on February 29, 2008 AuthorMr. Deft DictionMorrisville, NCAbout“HI, BABY! HOW ARE YOU?” KAYLEE RAN FULL SPEED INTO A CROUCHED AUNT TABITHA, KICKING A LITTLE WIND OUT OF HER AMPLE FRAME. AUNT TABITHA IS MATTHEW’S STEP-SISTER, AFTER THEIR PARENTS.. more..Writing
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