THE BEAUTIFUL DREAMS OF AN UNBEAUTIFUL DREAMER
I lie safe and happy in the arms of the perfect man
Not perfect in face or body
But perfectly sweet in spirit
Gentle in manner
A little bit shy
A little bit strange
Big sense of humor
Tempered with a little sadness
Strong, long-fingered hands
Caressing, appreciating
The parts of me I hate the most
Deep, warm kisses, only for me
Drawing me out of the shell of my fear
Into his arms and his heart
Returning his sweet love
I wake alone in my shabby room
Except for the animals wanting to be fed
And the neighbor's children shouting and jumping on the trampoline.
Cie
03/30/2006
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4 comments:
Owr....
Like Arlo Guthrie's Pickle Song, it came to me, like a flash--like a vision.
I just wrote it down!
I'm thoroughly impressed!
Thanks! :-)
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