time drags its feet
bringing letters from you
like some drunken soldier
wandering his way
lazily back home

I drink too.
all that you are
all that you might be
all that you will be ?

fantasy is a wonderful world
where the angels forgive the rules
and nourish the hearts
of the lovers
and the poets
with unsuspecting messages
from God himself
to remind you
just how alive
you can be.

that’s a good word
for what you make me feel
the colors have colors
the smells have smells
they were never there before
I am sure
maybe they were just holding back
waiting for appreciation
just like we do ?

it’s true
I may never know
the softness of your hands
the fragrance of your love
but oh,
to taste
the flavor
of your sighs.

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