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(poem) april 1st, 2019

bring me down (into your arms)



take a bird, or two, the three of them there
swooping over city blocks in that graceful
flight line of sight way and remember they
are hunting, hungry, wanting creatures like

us.

.

so i know i told you before about the skyline
and the city but i wanted you to know that i
have more love in me yet, more than several
hearts beating twenty stories down below this

view.

.

call me out of my high tower, my self-imposed
imprisonment, oh i want a love to bring me down
to the earth for my feet to feel ground as i look up
at all the trees reaching sky with the sunset shadow

strewn


across this city / all the sky / and everything / in / between.



- adp, 01 april 2019 @ 5:48pm