Still That Stranger

Still That Stranger ballad

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I wish you were still the stranger
I admired

Will I think again
before I chain myself to
another restless departure

Fitting you in everyday
is a sickness
it breaks me
As a night
dark
caught in look
waiting out the clouds
to showoff space
to dance us under the same desire
to shiver my body
to use my legs

Will you never be that stranger
again?
Holding me in your smile
damning my heart
begging me to survive
daring me to breathe

Captured in thought
wishing you never knew
my love
my passion
the strength of my forever

How dare you live
knowing where my heart has been
How it breaks and sends
How fast it beats and sins

Where I write you beautiful
till the end

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Published in various Magazines, Weekly's and Journals, Dreaming Out Loud, Tacoma Weekly etc. Featured poet of the Month April 1997, Tacoma's Puget Sound Poetry Connection A self published chapbook from the same year titled "Life's Jump" Born: Tacoma Washington
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