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YOU




Never did I think I could find
something as attractive as you,
You were like my morning coffee
Without cream and muffins,
My first prayer on every dawn
And the last on dusk.
My closet is indifferent without your cologne,
Which lingered all day along the
hall like fresh lavenders.
And it was not the tequila in my margaritas that intoxicated me,
but the constant sight of you,
everytime I blinked my eyes.
My psyche was away from the earthly
realm wandering in the intricacy
of your control.
Flipping through the pages of 
our rendezvous I couldn't
see the excitement in me,
which was halted by what seemed to be my clockwork routine.
But your face projected 
the blisters in your soul
which apparently you hid under
your attractive words.
In and out, we failed 
To be the hues of each other's life.
And I tried to paddle my canoe
to reach yours.
Yet you reliquished,
your last song of content was
dedicated to my colourless juice
which purified my face.
I wish the time had stopped just before we became two clanging pots,
To stay in the vineyard or cave forever,
Rejecting empires of reality,
Making thousands of opiated memories,
Ceasing the sun and giving birth to a never-ending era,
that sporadically emits the incense of wisterias.

A.C

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