Anonymous asked: halos of hair hang / brilliantly on her head / of aqua, pink or violet, / sometimes brown and red / from our imaginary bed / in an imagined life / wherein she dreams / of being my wife / to my marvelous muse / whom i do verily adore / with love, / -your virtual reality troubadour
that was so lovely and yet so sad
Anonymous asked: in my imaginary world / wherein you are my girl / i open my weary eyes / to a white winter's sunrise / a lovely canuck yogini / sleeps next to me / baptized by the tide / of dawn's photon sea / she is the goddess of / my sacred gompa of love / who has a face to draw envy / from the angels above /
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Anonymous asked: (continued) futile feelings do not wane / though I know my love is in vain / jaded heart all full of woes / in whose hand shall I place my rose / ventured have I far and near / yet no challenger doth appear / to conquer fortress walls of stone / that defend my queen's vacant throne
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Anonymous asked: I wrote it for you Miss Klodt. It means when I wake from my daydream (return to the surface) I feel lovesick.
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Anonymous asked: in a drowse I dream of you / a kaleidoscope of vivid hues / like a vision through your camera lens / your beauty's depth gives me the bends <3
did you just make that up?! thats pretty impressive, and you’re pretty sweet. <3 I had to look up what “the bends” were though, and I’m kind of confused…
