Your shoulder is more than somewhere I can lean

Although it is that too

It is a place that I can dream

a place that I can place my worries  and make our dreams come true

our foundation

 our faith of a mustard seed that makes mountain moves

your shoulder but it’s my  favorite thing

hard as a rock but it’s gentle as can be

 and maybe that’s on my behalf

 but I wouldn’t change a thing

my comfort zone that you don’t invade

even though it’s connect to you and

 it’s as you stated, It’s Our USB

 our serial port specified for one device and  totally

it is unique 

it the thing that makes us  “We”

Your Shoulder

and I agree  it’s a pure exchange  of essence of things that are suppose to be

like watching the sunrise from roof tops in the middle of Brooklyn

in the springtime

or like pouring the Atlantic back into the Pacific 

We’re in our Déjà Vue

So if I died then or now

I know that you have already saved me

And sometimes I take your shoulder in vain

It’s the place I place my pain

It’s my little piece of bliss that I have gained

And sometimes I feel as if I’m cheating

Because your Shoulder gets most of my attention

Intimately it seems that’s how I know it

And if another woman takes you

then I’ll may think about  leaning her your shoulder

 cause that part like Tina did with her last name

 I’ll keep

And I’ll tell you it isn’t the smallest or the biggest

 but as Goldie Locks Would say

“This …..Is just right “

Like two worlds colliding to make one

marriage at is best

My cheek takes your shoulder 

 thru thick and thin

Sickness and in health Sum-Thyng Like

 for rest of the days of our lives 

Like it’s my guiding light cause that’s where you hold our torch

Where I found my fortunes and

 your shoulder forever shields me from the worseness as the world turns

See Your shoulder is where I cry my rivers and

also where I leave my imprints of extravagance

Where Our moments becomes hours

meaning our most stimulating talks

no arguing would say it’s mind sex but really

 it’s so much better

Where I learned not to jump in my sleep

How to write a poem on his other wobbly knee 

while looking from the corners of my eyes that’s half close

to sneak peeks pass your cheeks

 to remember how his smile makes me weak

so if I want him

 I will think of him

If I need him

I will call

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