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Oct 2013
I haven' t felt this way before,
Opened.... Without a touch.
Just that faint melody of her words, rolling, until a smile.
Something about this was tricky.
I prepared years for an ambush from love.
Yet, I had no clue it would come.
I built brick walls miles high.
The guy I am,
Nowhere to be found on most nights.
By a lake, alone, maybe.
But she the woman she is,
Came in.
Undetected.
No skip of heartbeat, No bricks removed.
She found me.
Under the moon, building a dream.
Snowglobe eyes.
Soap stained skin.
Lips softer then light.
She stood there.
Curious of what I was doing.
Thunder, spun me around.
Her Innocence,
Swindles the wind to calm.
I couldn't understand.
So many decade it took,
To mold the electric barrier & buff it, invisible.
But she stood there,
Inside.
Admiring the furniture in the stars.
Grabbing a handful of the golden waterfall,
And blowing it into the breeze.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm .....No-one." I replied confused.
"Really? If your no-one, then why am I here?" She asked kindly.
I turned back to the moon in a daze.
"The only way to get here, is haven taken the wrong road first."
I said humbly.
David Johnson
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David Johnson  Racine, Wisconsin
(Racine, Wisconsin)   
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