strong

I know that sometimes
looks can be deceiving,
but I sure like the looks of you:
so I stumble and tumble
in your general direction,
not looking for love or affection,
just looking for what eludes me;
something that I'll remember
when I see it, when I hear it,
when it gives me chills,
when it replaces thrills
with something not as tragic,
something with a little magic;
something that can go on and on,
something that is at least as strong
as me:
so, if you're going to fold up,
like a cheap umbrella,
do it somewhere else.



March 11, 2009.

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