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this morning i left you sailing under sheets
soft light intensifying your globe
delicate weights of air
brushing my voice across your cheeks
i am always reminded to relent
to unnuzzle from your curving knee
the stacks of springly pretenses
resting on our heads like love
i glove inward, palming for your skin
graceful ravens kiss the sky and dive
folding silky islands in their eyes
memories of us back then
you are forever my lovely folding flesh
bent in the wind and crawling over me
so found in the heart of it
and i am circused by you
and your clovers wrapped in halcyon air
you keep teasing me with tigers' paw
scores of melting fingertips on mine
eloquent gestures to pass the tiny seconds
loving gasps like the sly looks of broken clocks
with you, i'll chime the city breaking
i once realized the true shape of the sun
it's the same shape as me
my love for you is a feather
rolling up your vivid spine
a soft truth
you can pillow while you're dreaming
to devour a mountain
one must first become the sky
and rivers are only as shallow
as their occupants
Submitted on 2007-03-21 23:57:48
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i see white, and silk, and sunlight, so perfect, like paradise... it' makes me long for greater things and a depth of love i've never felt.
always an admirer
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