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| Posted: 29 May 2010 01:28 AM |
[ Ignore ]
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Total Posts: 3
Joined 2010-05-29
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At dawn, your skin speaks to me through my skin like a drum-beat.
Tawny creatures of fur and feather, dance your dawn names
In onion-skin colors across my sky.
And the ripples in water say your day names
In endless knots of light and shadow.
\At evening, your dusk names echo in my chest
Like a savored breath of ocean air.
Pale sea creatures in colors of shell and tears
Swim-dance your dark names in the corners of my eyes,
And all my steps feel a slippery pull
As though there is a tide that runs north to you.
\All your names are in me.
Your names are in the fibers of my weave.
Your sun and moon are making a tapestry of me each day.
My threads seek you even across infinite,
Microcosmic gulfs of electrons and light,
Come to you even in the guise of common words,
Hinting at the song of you and me.
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Colocation Fort Lauderdale
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