i’m a tangled heap of wreckage
a broken man
afraid to trust
a symptom of finding
the wrong kind of love
until you spoke
i love your words
each one reaches my ear
like so many drops of water
splashing on the tongue
of a thirsty man stranded in the desert
i want to mend your broken heart
to brush the strands of hair behind your ear
to touch your silky skin
i just want to be near you and hear you say my name
you’ve swooped in
and pushed me off a building of emotion
you’re powerful
your words
are enough
to trigger a perfect
storm of emotion
i dream about your lips
and the shock of connection
my thoughts are crowded
with technicolor images
and music
the earth has lost
it’s gravitational pull
a summer romance
finding a moment alone
with an angel
fallen
into my arms
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