i do
feel
the sun
the wind on my skin
i feel this train
moving
perhaps not all was lost
in the wreckage
but
this heat
warms differently;
his, not quite as subtle
this breeze enlivens
this train is rocking, back and forth
tho drier eyes would
help me,
hold on better
strangely, sensing
sensing;
perhaps not all was lost
validation not required
amazing i
Am
to Him; equally
are you
my Marvel in
measure, in
mind
,
my dazzler
your approval
pointless
your approach
Resplendent; His artistry primed
my heart to
divine your
distinction;
your inclinations
your fascinations
move me like soft Currents
strong currents
…. moving
shaping
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