by hedistuffLayopolis, West Virginia, USA
Sep 2012 665 Views 5 comments
I live with an old wind bag...
as long as I can move my arms...
they'll be holding you
a cradle of comfort is a marvelous thing
with such deep caring as I have of you
do you know that when I hold you, eventually,
I pass out
I pass out because I'm there, and you're holding me
...and I'm holding you
I freely have my hands and my face all over you
as you have me
sweet mindset of all sensation
there's no left, right, up, or down,
there is you...
they'll be holding you
a cradle of comfort is a marvelous thing
with such deep caring as I have of you
do you know that when I hold you, eventually,
I pass out
I pass out because I'm there, and you're holding me
...and I'm holding you
I freely have my hands and my face all over you
as you have me
sweet mindset of all sensation
there's no left, right, up, or down,
there is you...
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Posted: Sep 2012
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Good poem bro.