Living In The Body
I wonder what it's likeliving in the body
of the person I can't stop thinking about.
The eyes I want to gaze into.
the arms I wish to wrap around myself,
the hair I dream of running my fingers through,
and the ears I whisper sweet words into.
I often wonder what it's like
being him.
Being the perfection he is.
Breathing in air
and breathing out his being.
Knowing he could have me
wrapped around his finger
twirling me,
bending me,
doing whatever it is he pleases.
I watch him
staring at the fireflies
that aren't there anymore.
Stading in an open field
is that boy
living in that body.
By: Brandi Deacon
2009
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