James Daniel Gabriel Poems

I want to drip,
before I drop,
into a cup well on it's way to empty.
I rise to the top of the Pot.
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Do not bring your watering can near Daphne,
she is young and not ready to bloom.
Her appetite small,
in the cool of the fall.
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Days have me outnumbered here
inside a box of Would.
Alone I make my rainbows,
plus I dance on them for good.
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Never allow another,
being 'realistic, '
to suggest that which you imagine,
your dreams,
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My favorite color is transparent.
It's the only color they left out of my box,
but I use it mostly to color outside the lines.
It is the only color that allows the same
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You grew on my horizon like a wildflower.
As a forest fire worth of light-
Without burning my yard.
You became vivid, like a black dot
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I will lay this slaughter down.
I will continue with you now more than ever.
Upon pillows that have become precious altars,
I will need a way,
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Noteworthy. Simply such sensitivity forth,
speaking in relation to my arms reaction,
to the touch of your fingertip against my own knuckle.
Subtle, like a tickle,
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I thought that it might help to write you a letter.
I have thought of pretending, that I could say all these things,
Or anything at all, and risk the possibility that you
May find the humanity to care.
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I’m desperate now and loathing needs.
I’m counting mine instead of sheep.
Ive been up all night, staring at a map of Clinton.
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