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Love for you springs from the piano playing flurries of my fingertips. A gladiator rises inside again after years of slumber to retake his royal mace, the golden spikes shining like the gleam of his muscles. He is a paragon of beatitude With his eyes' sights casting across the land dragging his net of justice across the crust of broken buildings, half-sowed fields, to bring them a quarter of the way to where they need to be by the sheer might of his fingers as foreshares. His eyes blaze and the world is right, but he smiles because of you. |
Copyright ©2017 Ashi Shadow - 3/15/17 the 3rd poem on Addie.
Listening to Youth Lagoon's song Montana after she introduced me to their song Daydream and also Real Estate's song Darling.
I'm not really satisfied with the poem, since it was supposed to be more on how she makes me feel – alive and related, – than what I am like.
Considered adding "with his gaze" after the word justice, or near there.