Tuesday, June 2, 2009

PADLOCK

it seems to me that we are wrapped

shore line up in breath and stars

that i'm still in love with the shape

your eyes bend to touch the back

passing in a rain fall of color mixing the

two of our minds into arms legs raised

for some nibble off the shoulder

need a basket to carry this feeling off

the hip

moving with unbelievable unison

you never let go

keep taking me across the burning

den

knocking at my door all the time

corrupt my day for the last time,

i need to do laundry!

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