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Oh god, my hands are blistered.

Aching... Feeling the ways they miss her.

I can wrap fingers around

A cool glass of juice

And still thirst for her

In the morning.



Oh man, my eyes are puddles.

Left from rain I huddled around

When in my desert.

Her heart bleeds lakes

When I need it most.



Only problem is...

She wets

Too many others' lands

With not enough

For herself

In the end.

So if you see her walking by

Bone dry,

Lend her a smile

As you pass her by.

And tell her I said

I still cry

At her own resplendence.



Then maybe, just maybe,

She'll lend you a precious sentence --

Words will escape

With a vengeance

For passion and soul..

And purity

Of which is untold

Will sunbake

Into cherry aromas

And strawberry shortcakes.

Air will purify

Before your eyes.

Dimensions will open up

For you.

And she will just walk away and say

"Good day."



A book in hand.

She will travel to a distant land

Just to feed some starving kid

A word of hope.



"For the love of cries, can you hear me??

No skin does you justice!

No eyes can personify what you see!

No lips can define how you've kissed us all!

And no palms can grab the love you free!"



"Outer encasing be damned, my precious!

I'd sooner have you invisible

Just to capture your presence

And bask in your essence.

Two souls indivisible

To the laws of concrete."



It's what I told her...

Might take some time to sink in.

But for now,

She still goes where the wind blows

And wipes off the fog

On all of our windows

Leaving us beautifully floored

Asking where did our sins go...