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The Angel's Restraining Order
Through my eyes
I see your beautiful face
A seraphim's promise
I watch your hips
move in heavenly grace
Through my ears
I hear a masterful chorus
spoken in words
detailing the simplest conversation
and I rejoice
in your laughter
Through my touch
I feel your silky skin
arousing my being
O how hard it is
to end the press
of this skin on skin contact
Through my nose
I smell your rosie odor
piercing the air in which
I breathe
penetrating my memory
locking you in forever nostalgia
But when I open my mouth
I utter a few words
and through all your senses
I'm perceived as a creep
poem
by
Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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