Maybe I wished for you
because I did not believe
I could really meet you
I called you appreciator of my soul
sat at my windowsill
painted around you
on the window like a child
with breath and fingers
empty space
white raven shaped
watched it evaporate
moved on
forgot
You come into my life bewitched
Now I see you I recognize
you drank from my bottlepost poetry
you found it on the shores of your
yearning heart
where we are one
drunk on our private party
where no one else exists
Drunk on poetry, love, poetry, love
want some more?
impregnate with satisfaction
yes, more, more.
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