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When You Come To Me

 

when you come to me
i want you to come like a child to me

i want your lips to be dulcet
your words to be innocent
your hands to be hesitant

i want your eyes to be shy

when you wait for me
wait for me like an aspen tree

waiting for a breath of me
rustling when you sense a breeze
feeling what you can not see

Angela Gore
College of Medicine