When your gaze is upon me, I feel nothing
but the sweet scent of your eclipse.

Hovering atop hints of sullen shadows
lurking beyond that which binds our mortar.

Greater than woven fabrics of wool space,
reality collides; as the purse of your lips

Extrapolates sentience, seeping from secret
window sills.

It's like having hidden creator GODS back
from fallen.

02/15/2010

Posted on 02/16/2010
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