he visits her when she's asleep
a man like none she's every known
he's gentle as the morning sun
a bit of spice that's freshly blown
across the landscape of a heart
that feels its most peace there in bed
with love that knows what love's about
and glows like warming fire in
her head
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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