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April 24, 2013

Unspoken desire…

for a moment sublime,

to be like raindrops sliding down glass panes,

legs and lips entwine,

bodies tremulous…

move in time…

To be like opals burning…

forcing salty tears to seep from eyes,

So much beauty in this…

tortured yearning,


hearts balance on lies…

Thick we breathe in a mist of haze,

love is a question of grace…

transcendence in haste?

Soul to soul we graze…

Mouth on mouth,

spiritual resuscitation?

A door caught open,

My mind…

you caught her open.


From → poetry

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