I COUNT ON YOU

You pump through my veins like a blood vessel
i should call you the Olympics cause you’re my gold medal
like ballet you’re a highly technical form of dance
which takes years to learn & master; so i practice to understand

Honestly

You’re all i see
awake or fast asleep
when its hard to sleep
i count on you instead of sheep

Thinking

About your red lips
& the simple quietness of your demeanor in this
even as you break the rules

As

I do too
loving someone who i hardly knew
when others want me but i only need you
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This is an old poem of mine then titled gold medal…

Lino Robles

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