Saturday, March 17, 2012

Not everyone

Not everyone can be like me
and lift you up, up, higher up,
upon that pedestal
of how you first were made ~ and, yes,
my head bends back, back, back,
until the strength of what you do
and what you choose to say
affords me again a level view.

It’s a view that hurts like fire
in the belly of desire
for I desire your stance
upon a pedestal
that stands forever firm, secure,
through all of life’s demands.

Not everyone can be like me
and that’s good, you know, or else 
lovers would not ere unite,
friends would cease to be,
and the world would plain and simply be …
great balls of fire!

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