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| philomel |
Always more room for trite verse.
I fall into you like a rock into a deep well, Leaping fish, I swim in the dazzle of your waterfall. I could drown myself in the pool of your mouth, bind my hands with the ropes of your hair.
You slice me as cleanly as a hot knife moving through butter, My heart is a red moon against your sun. You are there in my hidden places, in the depths of my forests you find me.
You are the salt on my ice and I dissolve beneath you, I am lost in the maze of your embrace. Unwound, my love spills out in great loops. My tapestry is unravelled.
Edited Fri 13 Mar 09, 2:08 AM by philomel
