Wednesday, November 12, 2008

slow shall the river meander through the length of thine body

as slow as my lips shall make love to thine soul;

slow shall the passion molten draw out;

as slow as the clouds that pass the moon this night

slow shall the breeze blow in through these windows;

n ever so slowly shall this dance, of ours continue;

And then We shall collapse;

from sweat, from joy,

n tingling delirium, merged within our souls

lost in consciousness;

within the womb of completeness;

peace, white, still, calm, peace;

i seek;

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