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gray.

gray eyes, soft like a old sweatshirt
you wear to football games and 
for curling up on the couch in the rain.
gray like the rain falling from the sky
warm like the sun, shining on top of 
a mountain just before noon. 
gray the haze over the sea,
wispy fog drifting through the overpass
gray like the softest parts of the night. 
gray has never been so beautiful to me.
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wait.

it has been too long since you have been in my bed -
my soul craves you like the ocean is drawn to the sand
you are the moon pulling me in waves,
out to sea i go,  with only the stars in your eyes to guide me,
too long, since i have felt my feet on the shore,
it is no matter, i will wait. 
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s.

you are the sun
warming my face
while i sit precariously
on the edge of some
far away tall place. 
and you are the
smell of rain in summer
musky and sweet and calm. 
you are a house - built with 
strong bones and a kitchen
that smells inevitably 
like coffee and warmth.
you are blue and green
and gray like the sea.
soothing and beautiful,
filled with mystery, still. 
you are laughter and safety,
a joke poised on pursed lips
and light so bright
the sun is only a dark smudge.
you are are music
and dancing
spinning in time with mother earth;
melodies that i hope
i hear forever.