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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