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By Mira Submitted by Mirabeau Date: 2001 Sep 01 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.01.17.17.14270]] |
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love you are a bare heartbeat away, and i can feel you wrapped inside me, and why does the white inside float to those raw spots, there to lay comfort still until the arms you thought too tired, reach up haltingly, to circle me uncertainly. do not ask me what you have done, do not speak as if love was a matter of something earned or deserved and certainly not bought. I give to you because I can not even dream of what it would be to not love you. So lie with me love, not for the sake of fire, not for the need of flesh, but because I need to breath you like the sweet smoke of a temple prayer. Teach me. Again. |