A Real Person
Dancers of the pirate heaven
Accosted rubies of E E Cummings
Memories covered in new age moss
Burn your opines
Play with your hyperbole
Real love is a painful metaphor
I have even gone on a diet
These blue waters spring in my soul
You are the opal morning
The sapphire dawn
You bring the moral perspective
I want to be honest with you
I want to treat you with respect
We shall banter like two spies
Your have become a real person
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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