I Promise


Love, I promise.... 

I'll stick to you like a gum 
On the fabrics of wool, 
Holding unto it with lungs, 
Strength and conscious pull.... 

No? 

Gum? 

If tended carefully, 
As a lamb tends its sheep, 
Or sheep its lamb: 
Like the dimmed's searched by lamp,
Twill surely clean off, rub off, 
And like from a military zone, keep off... 
And tend as a Phantom-ic Mirage... 

Oh, I'll stick to you, 
Like stripes, not wool, 
Stubborn stripes on the cloth: 
Tiny ones;tinier than the throat... 
That no matter how washed, 
It's glows and brush.... 
   18:09:17:19:00.. 
  
Note: To the one I'm in  love with...  

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