Marcus McKinley Biography

Your existence makes my spirit rush
Pressed lips upon my skin
Quivers my soul with a simple touch
Stoking the gemstones fire deep within
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Gradually rocking, drifting, swaying
Your whole life viewed, through a sliver
Soft ocean waves gently tucking in
Cherished is, this final glimmer
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It is in your actions, your words
Your backwards glance
In the moments of chance it manifests
Deep within a heaving breast, a sigh
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Lead me there
To your favorite chair
Sit me down
Fingers through hair
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Morning starts with my ringing alarm
It pommels my senses
Like a seasoned pugilist
Taunting me to strike back
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