Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Mit Einer Fackel

I look forward to seeing 
you in the morning
even though you often
tap dance between 
exhaustion and frustration,
I revel in being apart of 
your smiles if I can help it,
even if it isn't in the way I want,
I often wish I could kneel 
then, 
you melting in my mouth
and maybe on my hands
so you can stand against
the day a little taller

Despite it all,
you go to battle anyway,
you wonderful Munich valkyrie
I hate to see you leave but
I love to watch you go
in the light of my torch
held high and burning hot
but unfortunately the flames
burn for naught.

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