Explain it to me
as you would a child.
I’ve not shed my hopes yet,
but soon I will try.
Fingers to guide you
through streets made of flesh;
one smile for your sunset
and you’ll be my death.
What is it you find
so appealing about me?
Is it that I’m helpless?
Or is it I’m finding
My steps every day?
Newborn to this world
I travel around you:
Columbus would.
Finished on 07-23-2002
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