Crazy Dream
A green uniform,
with a surname on left pocket,
US Army insignia on right
wearing black boots.
An older man who has a clean-shaven face
except for his glances with his blue eyes,
flickering in the night.
I caress his jaw with my tiny hand,
loving the feel of his smooth skin.
French kisses with mouths open,
tongues dancing, swirling onto one another.
Yes, I am in love
I want his strong arms to,
embrace this lonely body.
A body that needs so much passion
I can not longer ask for love--
because I'm afraid he will reject me
and my heart will be shattered in tiny fragments.
But yes I am still in love.
What if he rejected me?
Would I tear out my heart and
toss it in the gutter for anyone to walk over?
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