Seamus Whittington Crawford III Poems

The strings attached
Come undone
Whenever I light a match
To see you're gone.
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You: 'I've been thinking. I miss you. Come see me.'
Me: 'Give me an hour to do my hair.'

'Well, that sure was fast.'
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standing there with the glass in
your face
you watch the sweat of God
Himself
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Fraught with imagination,
I stumbled into your room.
General bon vivant, I cursed the door
That led
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The first time
I ever heard
'The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face'
was during
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In various parking lots along this journey,
you have been my unwilling sanctuary,
a place of escape from my other places of escape.
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Have you been there?
Have you seen for yourself?
Have you ever seen an ideal (or an idea) fired in anger?
Have you ever stood in line at a store and overheard ten words that expressed something in your heart that you didn’t know was there? ?
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I close my eyes and there you are.
Embracing me with your smile.

Don’t worry, I love your skin. You know you’ve
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As morning creeps up from behind
I look back at the fading night once more.
Quiet, serene and secret -just the way I like it.
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Nice to hear your voice after all these years
You actually sounded like a friend (bad joke)
Don't know why I called, guess it's just because I think of you at Christmas.
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