Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Innocent



In your presence

I connect with a dangerous song

I want to drift with you along

The dark haze

Plunging into deep caves

Lust pushes and pushes

You become a must

To have, to hold, to behold

The golden gaze

Clears the edges of my wellformed

Precipices in the mind

Icicles grow against your chest

Recalling the words I am blessed

Yours presence stirs the internal whirlpool

of desire

I am pulled under

through drifts of snow

clouding my visions of between

You and me cannot be seen.






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