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A Poem by Jordan

Peals of laughter
your humor never hung too dry.
Rolling eyes
redundant and ineffective, still you try.
Bowing head,
wisdom picks your finely-tuned ear strings, plucked and open.
Gentle giant
negligent and depriving of none, always a hand outstretched, friend to all men- strange or kin.
Posing lips
no cat-calls here: not babe, but Dear; each shared thought pulls me near- nearer, than e'er that slashing tongue did meet the ridges on my back.
Grunting heaves
poured blood, pooled sweat, aching tears for he
forlorn despaired
you toiled, you owed none.
Greeting smile
blushing in my chest, beating in my cheeks
no room for doubt, filled from head to tail
gleaning no insincere scale, not even one.
I see you.