jewel, by kevin m. hibshman

You were a fine wine flowing.
I admired your bouquet but dared not imbibe.

You were a visionary, a true romantic.
I rested my head upon your wooden thigh.
I waited for you to paint me a picture of the ocean with waves
deep and terrifying.

If only I could sip you slowly, I would.
If I could encase you in crystal, I would be content to just look at you
for the rest of my life.

 

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