That which we do not see
Or don’t take time
To connect with
Unable, unstable
My baby, my lady
I cradle you in my arms
I cradle you
Able to say love
Equal to any coincidence
By inference my
Intentions laid open
Only the clearest
Interpretation
My sensations caught
By shadows and sequins
Whispers
Kiss stops by the bus stops
Kiss stops and lollipops
Kiss stops, lollipops, bus stops
Love
Love, and chance, and lollipops
And by chance
She came to kiss me
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