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Posted by philomel on Sun 18 Oct 09, 9:01 PM to philomel's blog.

My hands, my fists, caught in yours.

You are my horizon, my sun rises in your eyes,

I am not afraid of the long night in your arms.

As a bird fighting the confines of its cage

my heart had bruised. You have set me free.

I fly to your lure; you hold my jesses

and hood my eyes. In this quiet darkness

I am yours.

How do I find myself kneeling at your feet,

My head in your lap, your hands tangled in my hair?

Edited Sun 18 Oct 09, 9:06 PM by philomel

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xxx

that's all. scary, but amazing.

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Yes, it's a long time since I've been so scared, and so exhilarated. Exciting times!

“She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.”