I Traipse Across Your Page
I traipse across your page
dining on the inflection amid reflection
and amorous dalliance
diluting my soul ever so slowly
dipping my fingers into you
the scent of sentiment
I'm not like the bee, the butterflies
or the bear searching for honey
I'm a string
strung out for all to see
wrapping the bits around my finger
each loop a perfect memory
meant to last a lifetime
dip me in holy waters
cross my heart and kiss my sky
there's no fraying or temptation
just freedom in the feeling
I shall wander in your eye
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