When I'm Making Love With My Poem

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My poem illuminates the night like a golden moon,

like fireflies on the trees, and the love I ever owned;

constructed feelings, somehow are still unexplained,

like bubbles of morning air, how it kissed my skin?

It's not how our hearts intertwined all of the sudden,

but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,

and when my mind engorges reality, so slow, so slow,

that's when I write those lovely words only for you.

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