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"Reading Cinderella"
Reading Cinderella
I miss the color of your syllables
that skyprint us in the soar of starlight
Those whispers where no woman has gone before
In the velvet slide of sighs
The burst of fire in our eyes
as I slip inside the middle of your curl
where I fall apart
Crazy Mad
inside the love of our tender burn
Destroyed
completely undone
I miss the portraits you brush so beautifully
A woman in love painting masterpieces
surrendering to nights of dreamscapes
inside the soft pillows of our clouds
Where we dance in the gentle embrace of forever
before spiraling into a freefall of explosions
Catching each other
in the spill of Heaven's pour
Devoured
I miss reading Cinderella
Our reality fabled as a fairytale
floating past the yellow brick road
flying over Camelot
waving at knights wishing to trade places
with a simple man
with only one promise in his back pocket
Eternal love for a beautiful Lady
who is no character in a book
She's real
She has my love
My heart
My soul
and I will love her until time can never find tomorrow.
