Special
I am laid bare.
Yet you are there.
Your words
Scented roses everywhere.
Heal me.
Only you
Can remove the dart.
Your comfort
Picks the shards
From my broken dreams.
I feel your spirit
As goodness gleams.
You are my sunrise,
Sunset.
You flow through me
In silver streams.
Swapping deep regret
With caress.
My emptiness
You fill like gardenia.
With your prose,
And expose
All my emotion.
I need the lotion
Of your touch.
And twinkle of your eye.
That I look upon
In the night sky.
You play my heart
Like a drum.
You fired
This iceman, so numb
Into the lights.
Of astral delights.
Now you burn in me
With fever, so sweetly.
My eternal candle.
Dear friend
You win me completely.
I send
Every rhyme
That sprinkles onto my page.
That twinkled for an age.
To you.
Our souls touch
Special friend
They do.
poem by Kevin East
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