by Shannon Sharifi
(Canada)
A pleasure to me
is to think of you
To think and dwell
and plan and spell
our names combined on paper lined.
My mind is yours and you are mine.
My joy and sorrow.
Bliss and pain.
A sea sick feeling
whirling brain.
I'm lost and found when you're around.
You're air and ground
you're quiet & sound.
I'm overcome & overwhelmed
My senses: touch, taste, feel & smell
Are ever-reaching for your well
I drink until I burst & swell
If only you could ever know…
… If only I could ever tell
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