Poetry For Everyday People
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I was imagining you
in a room painted soft
blue,
you were sitting in a queens
chair, pillows surrounded you,
classical music played in perfect
volume, candles flickered bowing to
your magic,
you were flipping through a
magazine, sipping wine, your
pretty feet resting on a cashmere
ottoman, pointing your toes as if
to request something,
and I poured more wine in your
glass, kissed your request,
your lips wet, light somehow
surrounded you,
I was imagining you
in a room painted soft
blue.
in a room painted soft
blue,
you were sitting in a queens
chair, pillows surrounded you,
classical music played in perfect
volume, candles flickered bowing to
your magic,
you were flipping through a
magazine, sipping wine, your
pretty feet resting on a cashmere
ottoman, pointing your toes as if
to request something,
and I poured more wine in your
glass, kissed your request,
your lips wet, light somehow
surrounded you,
I was imagining you
in a room painted soft
blue.
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