Does she look like I've imagined.
Every time I think of her,
My eyes close,
And I envision the silhouette
Of a beautiful women.
Then I can see her face.
Perfect lips.
A beautiful smile.
She bats her eyes, and they sparkle.
I never want to open mine again.
How can I fear losing something I never had?
Does she walk with willing legs?
Has she allowed me inside her head—mind?
Perhaps I was already running through it—all day?
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Lavish: Anthology I
PoesieThe young writer Jimmy Lavish's first authentic anthology, entitled Lavish. Poems found in the book delineate everything from romance, beauty, and skin color, to hate, bad relations, and doubt. This is a complete collection, but is not necessarily m...
