Robert Dominicci

I’m a baker
A poor man in a kitchen

A man to fill people
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Fix me
Hold me
Take me
Carry me
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Liquid emotions
Bottled up inside hearts
Kept for special occasions
A drink only for guests of honor
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I swear I’ve never seen you
I’ve been looking for you
But I’ve never seen you
Even though I know you were real all along
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My body hangs over the edge
Reaching out my hand
Attempting to outstretch the distance
To grab yours
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Words are printed with ink
On white trees
To tell us a story
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Broken knuckles
Fragments of bone trapped in skin
Floating aimlessly in blood
Never stopping pistons of fury
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Cleared sky
Sun filled manner
Days full of joy
A once remembered feeling
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Our lips touch
But only slightly
For a moment
As mine slide down chin to neck
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She doesn’t deserve just any poem
Not some mindlessly scrambled words
Flipped and fried
The a golden crisp with a sweet aroma
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