Remind Me To Miss You

Apart From Knowing You

Of course, I want your all.

I want your bare back in the morning,

Goddess-like,

As you busy yourself with your face.

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I want your 20-year old hair that reaches

Like vines, climbing up

To the other side of the wall,

Venturing--the hearts of men.

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I want your diaphanous eyes:

Iridescent,

Picked freshly from the stars,

The daughters of your dreams.

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And your lips, love...

I want those lips-

Lips which are unlikely to be kissed:

Conservative,

And picky, which are the sweetest.

And love,

How I hate them.

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I hate them all. I hate them.

But only because I love you,

But only because Love

Apart from knowing you

Is not Love.

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Love, I need--

To Love You.

© 2010 J.S.P.