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You are picturesque.
Each moment of motion captured in my lens
While simultaneously moving without skipping a beat.
You are stop-motion photography.
Body perfect, you’ve only ever been airbrushed by the wind.
My teeth like prison bars
My mouth a faulty Alcatraz, words escapes me.
You are my silent movie and I am your Charlie Chaplin,
Let me be inside you so I can show you what I can do without uttering a word
Our sex approved by Marcel Marceu but dubbed over by Mr Marcus.
Let’s make a movie.
Starring only you.
Your smile is the opening credits.
Your mind is the plot.
Your body must be the special effect Avatar was aiming towards.
You stand out without 3-D glasses what does technology have that you don’t.
The very idea of you should have already won an Oscar.
No theater can contain you so I play the memory of you over and over in my head like an old film.
Your walk an action sequence, I can not handle the excitement of the curves.
So I just watch.
With some popcorn.
And some butter.
And hope this Never-ending story lives up to it’s name.
– Malcolm Barrett
