Before my feel had a word for attraction
Before flesh could touch and lust could bunch
After I blunt the knife of a soft-toy curly distraction
A woman stepped in to shed alittle light
Behind those glasses
Under that glat dark hair
Would there be a chance?
Is life that fair?
Before the wilderness in her neck
Her voice that calms my beastly mind
Above my boisterous heart speckled
and around a restless soul tongue tied
Behind those glasses I found a muse, a girl, a source
Words will shape themselves around her
strange truth in beauty will be formed in verse
Before stars fall I may wish to see her again of course
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