ah yes,
I have it now
in my possession
I hold on to it
like a holy relic
and I won’t
let go of it
ever
I can tell you
so many things about it
how much I love it
what it means to me
but
I like secrets
I love a good mystery
so my lips
are zipped up
and I won’t
spill anything out
but I’d like to write about it
for a second here
it’s so bright
that I can hardly see it
it reflects in the sun
and it is
truly free
I wrap my arms around it
and it gives as good
as it gets
and I like that
about it
it can breathe at times
and also
sings falsetto
but it hardly ever does
most of the time
it lies there
motionless
sleeping as it were
it’s been tried
and It is true
I don’t wake alone anymore
and it can
never leave me
even if it wanted to
it can dig in deep
to my soul
without so much as a
pinch of pain
it will not cry
but it can make a scene
at times
growing louder
ever second
until I beg for it
to hush itself
and it does listen when
I speak
I like that about it
very much
and so
this yodeling mystery
is not human nor is it
machine
it can smell of roses
at times
and never
has to eat
a thing
I am stuck with it though
and that is fine and dandy
by me
I love it
and though it cannot
love me back
it is my best friend
and I would be
totally lost
without it
and so
this is the poem
I promised it
though it cannot
read
it will be happy
that it exists though
and I am glad that it does
as well
may God bless this
little thing
that I love so dearly
God bless it
indeed
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