Subsistence on cleverness.
The stories in your eyes.
The wisdom in your silent brow.
The echo that never dies.
The wicked of your piercing thought
that twists your endless pause.
Your heart obeys the turbulent word
never concerning itself with laws.

I stand here like a photograph
Clicking paragraphs into place.
My mind forgets the plot
but never once your face.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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