Soaring through the sky,
you disappeared into the sea of trees
30 feet up.
Eager to spot you again,
I bat my eyes left to right, and nothing-
you're too fast for me and I can't keep up.
At any rate, love will arch over you like a
rainbow of affection.
That was not a disingenuous erection of dramatic tundra.
This is microscopic tidal waves
of subliminal adoration, leading itself.
This is inherent devotion to your being.
Do you prey on me?
Because I can feel the gentle rest of your hands over me
when your scent sticks in my nasal passage ways.
Sitting here sun burning, I tell myself the warmth is your breathing...
~Tina Meeks
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