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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