Y O U
You are absolutely wonderfulthe way you sit,stoic as Buddha, imperious, my young Leo,
that power in your eye
threatening to take me down.
I flit as a bee around clover
to taste your smile, your frown.
If you could hear the sound of yourself
washing against my shore,
you'd be more careful,
my careless friend.
You wash over me like a torrent,
making a river bend.
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