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breath

(inhale.)
the short speedy breaths
tangling in each other
the ear splitting silence
broken only by the sound of stolen kisses
and the cold is changing into
fire scorching and devouring and burning
but the look in your eyes does
the opposite of incinerate
it caresses softly
like the dark
folding smoothly around us
and finding beauty in imperfection
and so we dance
with the pale moon looking over us
moving and breathing in perfect synchronicity
until, exhausted
we collapse into each other.
(exhale.)



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JustAnotherOwl said...
Feb. 11, 2012 at 5:19 pm:
This is so beautiful! Such an original idea!
 
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