Brad Adams

You are
a precious, magical looking glass
made of curiosity and empathy
through which people see a beautiful image
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Island in the lake, lake in the island
Heavy lotus blossoms float on broad leaves
An etched pagoda frames the dim cascading hill
Sunburned ripples roll on and on
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One day a bow-shot from gray towers
Rode a knight through amber flowers
Doubting love's redemptive powers
He caught a sparkle from high bowers
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Rub rub rub your toes my love
From my heart the motions come truly
Feel the pleasure
Be in love
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The light dances on your hair
And I run to your embrace
Your locks tickle my nose
As I bury myself in your candy smell
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Oh God, my dear Heavenly Father,
earthly father, judgmental dad, my only man face, man heart, empty fulfilling approval
my distant expecting mother with quick embarrassed hug of sincere peace, my taste of unfound acceptance,
my wife, deserving, patient, disappointed woman,
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Crumbled glass
Sharpness softened
Grains of sand
Added color
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I miss you
I miss someone
I miss something
I miss someone
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Know that you are interesting
Add it to your confidence
Know that you are beautiful
Add it to your joy
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Weightless aerial cocoon
Palette of glowing reds
Warm creamy petals
Exquisite ambrosial aroma
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I paint upon your silence
The things I long to hear
Each work I have created
Each day just disappears
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I crave you
Like soil drinks rain from the sky
I crave you
Like a tree lifts water to its leaves
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Flames of the fire
pop
Flicker in your eyes
Frozen in the heat
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I crave freedom from my craving
I fast to tame the appetite
I fear that it would not satisfy if consumed
Better to have none than to find it does not fill
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