08/10/2012

Autumn, leafs and poetry


I want him pale, so pale. . . like a dead body, like me.

I want him blond. . . maybe ash or fire blonde. . . like me.
I want him blue or green or gray eyed. . .like a creature. . .like me.
I want him obscure or even peculiar. . .weird and grotesque. . .like me.
I want him mysterious and mystical. . .unreadable and enigmatic. . .like me.
I want him fair and just. . .honest and sincere. . .like me.
I want him kinky and twisted. . .like an ill-minded controversy. . .like me.
I want him strong and dynamic. . .like a confident person should be. . .like me.
I want him open-minded and explorative. . .like a researcher. . .like me.
I want him dirty and pure. . .innocent and sinful. . .like me.
I want him artistic and logical. . .rational and real. . .like me.
I want him just and corrupt. . .cynical and impeccable. . .like me.
and the list could go on and on. forever. . .




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