Friday, November 18, 2005

Let Go

in the satelite's pose on a distant moon,
dancing in the airless space,
the bodies move closer together,
and swaying drunkenly, they come to be one

my confidant, my love, my only soul,
take my whispers, keep them safe,
but do not bury them in your core, away,
keep your lips on mine,
as we float away

in the darkness, we do not need to see,
but our eyes fight the sleep,
and the warmth of your skin
on mine, creates a friction, spreading
to this heart.

and lost in your lips, words, and smile,
the universe doesn't matter anymore,
in the surrender of ourselves.


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