Give Me More

Do me a favor?
Do not flavor your speech,
With flowered outreach touches.
Get to the core of it!
Do not decide,
What is suitable or fit for me.
I am on you like radar.
Detecting your every nuance.
And if substance is there...
I will provide you with mine.
With more to share.

I am not the kind to window dress,
Just to attract attention.
Or to confess a collection of nonsense...
To profess.
We are both together,
Sharing dreams to be completed.
Free of deceptions unneeded.
Give me more...
To sweep us away in a unity invited,
That is kept to feed and keep a hunger...
Manifesting to be explored.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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