Black Poetry : oh...how i breathe you

thepoetsean

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someplace dreams are made of
Occupation
student, advocate to change the world
with you near i feel...like love personified



i feel like--
children in a toy store when momma says
get what you want hunny...

i feel like
obfuscation that
finally makes sense when we touch--

i feel like--
falling thru the clouds
using theses enjambed lines as a c l i f f...

loving each ellipses--
leaving we in suspenses
when we kiss it's
tremendous--ly

sending me
to ecstasy
resting re--plete in the
thought of
the next time eyes* see

the beauty of your soul--
the intelligence of your heart--
the logic of your spirit--

it
helps
I
"get
by..."
best expressed by Talib--

less distressed is the "kid"--
or man rather
when she is..
present
her
presence
is
a
present--
i'd die to open
every time.



oh...how i breathe you.




sean.revisited

(from untitled;as is life, the flows.)
 

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