My Poem Of Deb Written On New Year's Eve 2014 Looking At Her Photo : Cheers Deb!

Anthony Quinn J'aime bie cette lumiere autour de toi Deb! he shadows, the sun and it's rich shine the loose strand the hair that would stray pay be rand be mighty handy be ready-caught-B-red-brushed-way-WAY-so-easy-push-stray=faraway,comeback some other day, sun's shine to warm me now on morn of eve of a new year a celebra-bra-not-brat-butbrayyyyy-neigh-horses-on-beaches-vacant-at-star-startofday-break of dawn to prance to pride to trot to tear away before the dark hits all enveloping the crowds gathered gathering to toast to tip to find some common ground to circle round to gaze into orbs of brown-eyed Deb to call down to ask for a strip to land their plane to POP bubbly some espumante 'n toast other-each-one 2 smile at the touch of light of sunshine's kiss, of each other's hands held and lifted up in joyous UProar ROAR roar-i-us-ous song of emotions them-by caught!

S T U / SE TN UO / SEY THA UOY / SEYE TNAW UOY / SEYES TNAW UOUY : Eyes Want You! Simple As That!!

i'm a dragon looking to conquer, to have, to make, to in u fil trah tra trate with some my own vidual in in individs so visual to you trates!

I am fire male smile and airborne, drifting, hovering, sniff, I sniff, cop a duff huff shuffle, slam dunk hunk, to hunker into, to look close to tie to set sights, settle into not for, x x, ex, I lore floor flower sprinkle my flower, so bake my baguette mine own, make I it be a making not now forsaking, I look four a new I do, want another conquest, want to write to feel, a right to feel grand in all I do. Yes to harbor, I do harbour feelings, mine emotions, motions r so raw that I cop a ride with,fan the feathers, take flight, be so fluid, be so random, no one to quite be prepared for me and what I might bring to the table! Oh yeah, till I fall to the floor, raw, edgy,passionate, affectionate, till I snore!

i am ever the dragon, ever you the warrior!

Revealing myself to you, to me. You asked me to, a simply complicated request that went sexual immediately first, then broader with many scratching seconds peeling way my male stubborn sexual insistence, preference, demons/demand-madmadmad-nahnahnahnahnah-ness,mess,blessnessnessnessnessness!   I am one big mess of in my thoughtcontrariness, in my guts directness.    ... no doubt in places, total disarray in others. What is all this fuss?!? I am much too old for all of those, and yet I am perhaps just right for it, too ?! Either way I have locked myself here in with you and I continue to follow. On, to perhaps cross a line or to,forget in my usual haste to slow down. Hello, as you said, my subconscious knows all, I just want to beat a quick path to you ! I hope, I fight to be better than that. We are both betting on that. You have rope already round my neck, you have just labeled me the Dragon and you the warrior. We are friends yet at great odds with each other. We are this we are,apart but together. In foul and in fair weather! Tonight we both take up our places, and now while it is still quite here I will nap yet again as I have scratches in pens, portraits of you to draw you closer to me, and me more infatuated with you and your curly hair and all the rest. We will sparring again be tonight, that is for sure as I push more and modeller upon you andleaveyoulessandlessredressimusyconfess!

i mY give you brief pause to regroup and better address all the,disarray, all the stupid undress, all the bad sitches to better adress!

I read other more urge purge dirge more press dress-undressing as well. Not easy to you try me with engage like this yet more on you I so press to you such cause make pause my our clause no Santa here but a writ in word con I to you contra rah rah contract here as I may pro you so vide not empty as in French but fill your space your pause you salve to like sorbet between dishes vice you pause to regroup, yeah, restructure to power your way through next pressing pert alert addressing times! Oh yeah!

Had a poem on my mind as we went to the movie called big eyes. Now I cannot remember and so my life is lost ! Oh well, it will return, the k e reel, the seed to feed, to freeze, to fester and to pester, pestle and mortar and I am froze ' sir place ' comments end it enough franchise, Paris par let moment, c're bein moisture, can fragment Paris par let moment. Why can I not remember, a sore b as co, too much wonderful, authentic th if Italia Romania 2010 d err y red mangroves and more current facilitates Collins sensei  mangroves Tuscan dry red from Miriam and Guido and Sara! Love it, we Quinn's love it all!

eyes quest i on you on us ?!? you turn your butt back to me i sniff you think i it sniff not knowing or caring if i wond eye r first if you wipe it well?!?! i sniff for your silence, we connect not!

Eyes mine quest I on you / you turn your back on me u do my due?!? /I quest'll on you in this question /  big question big big big so not / us both in knots questioning overtly ahhh / openly not ?!?! / care you @ all ? / I am scAred to know  / knowing for real and not just imagining / for real living in day real whirl whirl world! / so scary scary tear torn tarry / do not tarry do not,wait b merry married / I quest I turn back all me all my  / 2 earth to back.be
'S birth / so many birthdays missed chances / so many birthdays 2 celebrate / do you trust or be selfish protective / simple to berate orchestrate me us outta picture / off this stage no trust / I , we must all be one big bus bussed off as nothing but busts! You turn your back is it disdain ? / am I just one big bloody blemish blame ?  You turn silent I sniff / you think I sniff at your butt ?1? / but dear friend I sniff at the silence our disconnect / I wonder why? I cry you up up clam / you tease me I in black dress ... you are disgusted that I do not check first at your wipe?!? ....dear, I sniff because we do not quite connect. I am so sad for that. I fight so bad for that! You stub,I am stubborn, I am in some way yeah, re so born so torn scorn scorn sooner by you you you. Knock knock? Plea this be friend to poet friend, just danced it you eve you Lyn, d...dampened you, just trust me a bit now and let me in. Let us write and celebrate the power of written and broke in two or more words, crags tags so many man woman children monuments! Spit files. Saracens
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