For The Man Who Loves Me From Afar - Poem by Lisa Rhodes
You watch over me like the succulent sun
Warming, protecting, encompassing my dreaming
With good sensations reaming from your body at night
Glowing godly tall as a skyscraper beaming
Beneath the heavenly stars smoking white light
Like a whistle tooting hot air in winter breath
As snow tumbles from the sky.
You need me like the ocean calls and calls
Briskly then gently pulling me toward
Letting me feel my balance in the tide
Showing me the boundaries of your depth
Allowing the waves to take me for a ride
And telling the moon and earth to rotate, as the rain wept
A quiet storm in which I heard you say I do, I do.
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