  I'd like to thank Val for this poem.  -  icy ( pt.  II)  eyes see what the ears can't hear but sometimes i think I can almost hear your skin singing softly whispering sweet somethings in wind gusts so only I can hear so smooth a silky slippery slope there's no turning back explosive radiance must be contained,
 trapped a cage of clothing -  wrapped tight,  like a second skin to bare the form from which my dreams are made,  carefully crafted from every hint you've ever dropped along the way I gathered them like a sparrow in spring piecing it together,  architecting a nest for my head to rest Telling you every dirty thought I've ever had about you would take an eternity And still we'd need a Time Machine to span the lifetimes it would take to recount every beautiful thought on the same subject.
 And That Machine would certainly break down before allowing us enough time to cover each reason that I write poems like this one Because every day i see something new in you ( or perhaps it's just something I forgot -  you know how my memory is)  But it keeps me coming back -  as if coming back were an option.  As if I could stop thinking about you As if I were on the open sea ebbing and flowing As if I were a higher order function changing direction as I move closer to our origin As if I were running a 5K on the track away with the wind before coming back to your voice As if I were a boomerang and you had to throw me to get me to come back But if you just hold me,  I'll stay in your hand forever.
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 Fan P walking.
