*for brownin'*
moments come
when thoughts of you
laced with summer's honey and the blush of joy
that daub the sands beneath your eyes
rush back and forth within my blood
like cars on California freeways
all important
all impatient
and each one faster than the next
it explains how
i am becoming used
to the cadence of my heartstrings
in your presence
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