Kewayne Wadley Poems

We stood on the corner for hours, me and this cardboard sign,
Stenciled with the stinch of a dark black pastel,
Paint, still on hands,
Cars passed without a single stare,
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As the birds churp,
before the sun peaks it's head, the clouds loom their dream,
just before light sheds upon them,
bringing what's kept in the dark to light,
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Gone, gone,
The love is gone,
He sat there with heartfelt eyes,
Staring at the ceiling,
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Tell me,
Tell me who I'd have to be,
What I'd have to do,
To be the glimmer that spreads across your eye,
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The pencil began to draw as it rested against his hand,
Fingers pressed tight against the yellow painted wood,
Trails of lead bled out, sketching their arms, their shoulders,
Their heads, the rest of their bodies, with a hand that moved intensely,
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A few moments passed,
After their eyes connected,
Moments from sitting on the coutch turned to more,
In the blink of an eye she followed,
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Your eyes, how do they do the things they do, a passionate fruit which influences the wind to live a day longer,
cherishing each second as it comes,
monuments of testimony, the countless hours that pass drowned in the press of your skin,
each time I see them, drunk with the lesson's they choose to speak,
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I've never used my sword in combat before, the thought never came to mind,
My hands have never seen honor nor vengence outside of my lover's touch, for she was all they knew,
My lovely geisha,
The sun that beams down across her skin, the small speckles
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The look in her eyes became hesitant as she gleamed into his, the eyes she's looked into so many times,
His lips beckoned to hers,
She leaned back from his kiss,
A sudden fear struck both of them,
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When you think of pin wheels,
The color schemes that radiate in such brillance,
Don't be afraid to mix the colors,
Create your own color, mess your clothes up,
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