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Sleep well...



Sleep well pretty
Baby
I so want to sing to you
As I lay you down
From my arms
Onto your bed
I'd never let go of you
From my embrace,
Love where art thou?
I know when you fall asleep
You hug your covers
Mistaking them for me...
Your ephemeral lover.
I say this because I've turned into a Genie
I've turned into a foggy matter
That under your window sill crawled within
My every whisper in your ear
Uttering words of love, of desire

As if it were a raspberry mousse
Symphony
(taste and music the same...)
Sweet sounding to you
That your diet keeps you away from
Just like our reciprocal desires...
Something's holding us back
From each other
I live with the hope
But die eith every minute
That I can't catch a glimps of your face
That in my mind's been so forever etched
So now that I, the Genie, have been let out of the
Bottle
And seeped like a steamy, insidious matter
Under your tightly-held cover,
Do you, Princess Brigid
Feel that you're holding
Instead
Your most beloved-ingly
Half Other?
I talk and talk - I know
I talk in riddles
Till it's driving you in a certain way
I'm at a loss of everything
But in lieu of all this talking
I would not spare any effort
To Caress you
Goddess
And while holding you in my arms
Tenderly
I'd whisper in your ear
All the banter
That you'd like to hear
While we let our bodies embrace
And in that heavenly intertwining
We shall travel to the outer space
Moon, Mars or even 'nother Galaxy
To let the ETs out there know
That George and Brigid
They together
Dance to the tune of love - unkown to the rest of the Earthlings
That Behind
Of them we let go
With no remorse and no regrets
Because our love is nobody's business
It's just ours to digest.
So they, too, should of us let go.

Now that we find ourselves
In a different Raspberry Mousse Galaxy
I think that we may continue
Unbothered
Our simplistic yet complicated loving.

But let this dream of us together
Come to an end since
To You
I'm only a steamed-up Genie
Who in spite of liking
It
A lot under your covers...
Something's all of a sudden smelly,
Made me crawl out of your covers
And holding my puffy nose I scurry back
Into my Genie bottle
Where I can put on my oxygen mask
And still dream of you
Pretty Goddess Brigid,
While you turn in your bed the other way hogging the
Covers
Thinking that you'll be dragging in another
Sweet embrace
Your significant other...while telling him
In your utmost REM sleep dominated by your groggy voice,
Feels more like a command that you want me
To grab you tighter by your heavenly hips...

Oh and before I forget
I, the Genie
Did not forget to
Crack the window open on my way out
To let the fresh springtime air in
To make your pretty cheeks
Blush again in your beauty sleep
And by imaginary Me
Covered...

Don't worry pretty Brigid,
I still love you
No matter if I'm a
Genie - steam, smoke
Or flesh and blood
A body, a soul
That was conquered forever
By your efervescent beauty...
Your princely everything
About you is
Perfection
Whomsoever you'll end up loving forever
Will be the Luckiest Man
On Earth
(as it is in Heaven...)
Whilst I can consider Myself Lucky
That by chance I met
You, my potential other half
But because I am a
Resident Alien of a parallel world
On a different Galaxy
(Than Ours),
I sigh in my heart's sadness
And look at you from Light Years Afar
Through
My telescopic,
Telepathic
Loving heart.

'Tis the way
It was arranged by
God.

P.S.: It is for this reason, Dear Brigid - our being separated,
that I don't believe God loves me.
He must not, and it feels like He
Never will.
I miss you,
Maybe I'm acting with all this forlorn depression I'm experiencing,
But I think it is pretty real...
That I feel like a piece of me is missing,
When I think about missing you.
But what am I
To do?
Go on and sleep your beauty sleep
So you can stay pretty for the rest of your life
For the man whose heart you shall steal away
Whom your cinnamon-apple kisses will be dedicated to in exchange
Exclusively For
Eath other's extraordinary love.
(I'll just be the witness
From a Far-Away Galaxy
Where I'm allowed
To hold the green
Card
For
Loving
You
---while admitted as my Alien love for You
He - The Genie - is Light Years Away
From Obtaining
The Citizenship of Brigid's Love Republic,
But even if I don't obtain said citizenship
I may qualify just with a Green Card
To stay a sidelined, 2nd Class Citizen Lover
Enamored with Thee).
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