Imagining… you’re my imagination
throwing myself with no hesitation
into your deep brown pond
diving,using all my strength
shaping your fascination

Hard to keep in space
what drawn has my hands
following its utter pace
craving to reach your lands

Lap over lap
hands on the top
out of the blue
..rushed you
..to my crop

Scratching the freckles
of every thought of you
by screeching the pace
i know it’s untrue!

Thoughts and images
flashing again
but again i descend…
increasing my pain


My pain will never stop
unless my rush screeches out
but it’s brooding hypered
wishing that I can doubt.


…..to “M.C”

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