she comes home late in time for sleep and the deep night
excited from the miracles she has seen, then
spirits rise on a cloud of caffiene and rest
raising hopes across the board across the bed
and love is made, outside the box, and mindless,
i key in to the mind though as if i was threatened
when kind blue eyes lift and look to mine...and
we both arrive at the gate just in time to be blessed.
1.5.11
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