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An Object For My Affection
All I seek to find
Is an object for my affection
That hangs formless in the air
Without a vessel by necessity
Bring down to my level what starts so high above
Transmute through coarser images what truly is so fine
I seek an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
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For someone I feel much tenderness,
A longing to hold and to love and caress,
No ulterior motives that we must undress,
And no quality gives to this more or less.
A feeling that fills me and strains to burst outward
In millions of sparks – but oh I’m such a coward,
I trample it in, and I hide and conceal
Beneath shame for feeling, these things I feel.
Still it’s in there and if I hold it down
It will rot to corruption and quickly turn sour;
Simple as sunlight and pure as a flower,
It naturally flows like a river, around.
Around every bend, with a steady pace –
Indescribable perfect grace;
I stand in the middle with nothing to do
But behold what cannot be grasped onto.
I feel loved by you, held and golden;
I’ve given to your face this burden.
From this vagueness pulled your mold
And in my mind this story told:
You care for me so purely, just as I do care for you;
I latch onto the affection that to me you beam straight through.
And you see this truth I feel is my own lulling remedy:
Believe it comes from you, but this affection comes from me!
Can’t leave it in the air, it must latch on to any form.
All I seek to find, all I seek to ease my mind
Is an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
March 7, 2009
Is an object for my affection
That hangs formless in the air
Without a vessel by necessity
Bring down to my level what starts so high above
Transmute through coarser images what truly is so fine
I seek an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
******************************
For someone I feel much tenderness,
A longing to hold and to love and caress,
No ulterior motives that we must undress,
And no quality gives to this more or less.
A feeling that fills me and strains to burst outward
In millions of sparks – but oh I’m such a coward,
I trample it in, and I hide and conceal
Beneath shame for feeling, these things I feel.
Still it’s in there and if I hold it down
It will rot to corruption and quickly turn sour;
Simple as sunlight and pure as a flower,
It naturally flows like a river, around.
Around every bend, with a steady pace –
Indescribable perfect grace;
I stand in the middle with nothing to do
But behold what cannot be grasped onto.
I feel loved by you, held and golden;
I’ve given to your face this burden.
From this vagueness pulled your mold
And in my mind this story told:
You care for me so purely, just as I do care for you;
I latch onto the affection that to me you beam straight through.
And you see this truth I feel is my own lulling remedy:
Believe it comes from you, but this affection comes from me!
Can’t leave it in the air, it must latch on to any form.
All I seek to find, all I seek to ease my mind
Is an object for my affection –
If this affection’s even mine.
March 7, 2009
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