August 26, 2007
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words..
Find me, passion
in the blackest of light
where
I can touch something
more
than void or scorn
where
I can be enveloped
in exhales
and whisperd
secrets
that bring comfort
wrapped in moon-slivered
fearWhere
i can feel the deepest parts
of you, and
awaken
the songs you
sung softly in my ear,
in my heart
where
we composed dreams
and rewrote stories
Where
with my hand
threaded in strands of hair
and your fingers searching my
pulse
we found
more
than imagined
more
than bargained
when we
tangled
into
us
Comments (6)
Oh, how lovely. What a fantastic writing.
oh lord.....this could wreck a girl.....*WOW*
::::it's so very easy to get tangled up in your words....
*smiles* me too.
Reminds me of the sigh of pleasure that moment when ones whole being is so alive and so alert and yet so deliciously sliding into the sense of fulfilled and complete.
A vision of satin and storms , Hands lightened within the embers glow of a dying fire. Pure silence pure joy.
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