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By Arwen Date: 2001 Oct 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.02.19.05.21057]] |
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We walk beside spilt glitter rivers under azure skies, as the water speaks joyfully. Telling a story of much shorter days and deliciously longer nights. Where I whisper to you of Singing the Body Electric, with your hands in my hair. Lips that move slowly on sun warmed skin, to the tune of liquid sex jazz. As it pours from opened windows, that are hungrily gathering autumn breezes. Tree lined streets stretch beneath a multi colored canopy casting tattooed shadows. They imprint just a little more of you into that corner I have reserved and the day marks me. ~S~ |