It's knowing your here

pretending in the darkness

face up in the stars

that cast tents over our hearts -



It's soft glares of light

that excites the eye in poetry -

as so to step back

and take you in -

to breathe your essence

seems like rolling

over and out into endless feilds of you-

billowing out onto nakedness...

caressed faces

that rage against relaxed poses

of your hand,

fetch us home.

~

11/04/2001

Posted on 11/04/2001
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