(BLUE SKIES, SHE, AND I THE BREEZE) DEDICATED TO MAGUEDA JACKSON.
THE SOUND... DON'T MISS IT...
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She touches me stratospherically, dropping degrees as I become the wind beneath her skirt.
Blowing up and caressing her secret places.
I longing to be in her thoughts as she feels me against her skin.
I the cooling of her burning flames...
Passion the bonfire casting embers into dark skies where I am the layers protecting her from the vacuum of space...
The holder of her imagination...
The light blue me refracted into the sunny day...
A field laid out and spread into infinity.
The limits of vision.
I out here where there are no limits.
She having carried me there on a whim.
An allusion to her ability to be anything she wants to be.
I from my perch precarious singing of she.
Listening for her voice to save me from the brink of nonexistence that looms at the possibility of not knowing her.
I need her touch.
It is my healing.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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