Kewayne Wadley Poems

Under the thick of loves thumb
I found a boxing glove
Short of that I found a bruise
Trying it on, following an angular shadow
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Love, if your there
I'm knocking, peeping through the opposite side of the peephole.
Love, you are everything I've ever wanted
Champagne glasses splashed together in laughter
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She has this urge that makes her open her mouth and howl,
This undoubtible urge that cannot be ignored.
She cannot express it, this desire that comes as an howl
A kind of war that screams in peace, isolated from everything she knew.
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This morning I craved the taste of coffee,
Today of all days, running late to work constantly eying the clock
It really wasn't the coffee that I craved tasting my lips
Perhaps the aroma, that sweet smell swirling around the bottom of the cup until full.
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When I first saw her I wondered the reason for her stare.
Nothing out of the ordinary but after a while you know, self conscious thoughts kick in.
Is there something on my shirt, does she notice how big my head really is.
Do I have a booger that popped out to say hi.
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In the spur of conversation
She asked if there was anything I wanted to know
Removing her head and placing it under an can opener
Insisting that I push the leaver down,
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To my surprise I got a call from a friend I haven't heard from in a long time,
Ecstatic, I was filled with instant delight.
Before I could say another word
she told me that she had a gift for me that in the utmost urgency I had to come get it.
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Upon reading, I still quite didn't understand.
Not until applying my own definition.
Even today she's meek, humble.
Once a dream, I woke to find her gone
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I've missed you, thinking of days past.
I couldn't escape utter silence.
I intentionally revoked certain knowledge, standing on the steps of an haunted house.
A paper skeleton hung from the door, a ghost of broken promise.
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Of all things,
She opened my mouth and built a bridge only we knew existed.
She arranged pillar upon pillar
Of steel beams.
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