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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

i said i needed you, when you glided into bed.
climbed over me and adopted your spot.
the sun premature in its perch yet.
your eyes worn out and grumpy.
but your smile sheepishly curves in the end.
we were still in our sunday best.
mondays spell blue, but your bright magenta.
like the best flowers in a blossoming forest.
lets orchestrate this slowly my dear.

i said i needed you when it was late.
and we were by the bay, the water glistening.
i still remember your little dance.
your movement was always like an artist,
as he applied his strokes to his canvas.
you were always erratic and spontaneous.
it stung at my confidence and ate my words.
you always frowned when i said this.
but lets choreograph our thoughts slowly my dear.

i said i needed you when we were young.
we'd watch sunday morning cartoons together.
and share our brown bag lunches.
we'd grow slightly older and gaze at stars.
huddle together on frosty sparkling grass.
we were'nt wise and that we knew.
but that didnt stop us from masterminding,
plans to conquer the world in a week.
but lets draw up blueprints to keep this together my dear.

i said i needed you on the 4th of april.
when you obviously needed me more.
emergency rooms full of busy ghosts.
fluttering from ward to ward in white.
and their you lay, shot a smile my way.
plugged into the exellent machines.
the electric fountain fills you through a tube.
ill stay a while my dear, a while more.
so lets carefully traverse this together my dear.

its not supposed to be a poem, a letter or a note.
its just a simple ode that was hurriedly wrote.

James Barr at 11:55 AM

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