Ah, Starchild, you're always focusing on the strange. This poem is simply about that moment when you're with someone new, lying in each other's arms, and seeing those different aspects of her personality. And being utterly smitten by what you find.
By the way,the woman I wrote this about dumped me a month later. She was less smitten.
That's because I am "the strange". Sounds like a great moment Brandon. Someone ought to tell this girl that a man who writes beautiful poetry for her is a keeper!
hmmm..... exploring the universe... disclosure. How very precognitive of you... and weird. Are you psychic?
ReplyDeleteAh, Starchild, you're always focusing on the strange. This poem is simply about that moment when you're with someone new, lying in each other's arms, and seeing those different aspects of her personality. And being utterly smitten by what you find.
ReplyDeleteBy the way,the woman I wrote this about dumped me a month later. She was less smitten.
That's because I am "the strange". Sounds like a great moment Brandon. Someone ought to tell this girl that a man who writes beautiful poetry for her is a keeper!
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