What I WantOn this point at least
we agree. I've never been
nor wanted to be
perfect, a hard job.
But oh my God, I want shine.
I want butterfly's
wings, iridescence,
the high flying riff in A
on that guy's guitar,
the scent your body
has after we have showered,
the words I might write,
as I have before,
in the afternoon today.
I want more of that.
Written February 5, 2009 3:15 PM
First Posted August 15, 2009
I see your thoughts as iridescent, so I guess you must have attained your wish! :)
ReplyDeleteyes))) those blessed moments. always more, my friend.
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