Centimeters

The
morning shape
of the thoughts
rolling up and
down in my brain
is abstract and
obscure.

The
comfort I get
from thinking too
much of you is
this chance to
play fiction
in my mind.

I
am quite well
in the area of
duplicating the
good fantasy.

I
am quite well
in the madness
of taking you
deep in my soul.

The
measure of this
delight makes me
proud and I do
not screw myself.

2015

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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