What shall I call you
you
i see
from the soles of your feet
to the crown of your head;
i
like/love
what i see. can i
can i
touch
the contours of your full lips
with mine
softly
then like a blind man
who has never kissed before
and likes what/
who
he’s kissing?
what shall I call you
when
beautiful
does
not
even
begin
to
describe
the
dimensions
of
you?
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