It is a treat to talk into
you. And I pull you in
like a sponge where you
have your own mail
box in my heart (where else?)
Did I mention that your
eyes have their own
tongues? And I will go
most anywhere to hear
your voice when I know
that shortly afterwards I
can no longer be I
if only for even the
shortest time.
Now....let me look
upon the leaves
and hope to see un-I
walking behind you, then
tasting soft sweetness.
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