First, I will be average
with dirty blonde hair
or simply a dirty blonde...
Fading blue eyes
nothing other than
overflowing toilets
and children's screams
will distract me from reading
his first few lines
But lost for the moment
My eyes will moisten
with a new blue hue
from the punches -
his words
a blow to my stomach
Dizziness and satisfaction will
fill my mind
as I read those first few lines...
a hundred times
My application to read his poetry
the uncontrollable beating of my heart
I'd stand in the rain
raincoat worn and torn
hair drenched and mopped
reading those visions
the shared dreams of my own
Unaware of time
gripping the pages of his thoughts
smiling at the treasure
found in the reverie
of those first few lines
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