No diamonds on my path
I’m out here alone in this map
of grid and dust and frustration
music up, windows down
I need that, believe that
when thoughts invade
my mind concaves to collect
things in this red sea
and there you are beside me
throwing paper airplanes into my seat
“the currants and carrots in your hair”
“the merit and current of your stare”
notes of each knot I made on your heart string
each orbit made ‘round your core’s ring
“your presence and debonair”
you - a diamond in my path
out here to fill this gap
with a grin and trust and admiration
guard down, arms up
I need that, believe that
(c) 2009
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