Look inside and find where a person
loves from. That's the reality,
not what they say.
. . . .
In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.
. . . .
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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