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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

THE SUMMER OF LOVE


remembrance,sublime sound,
behind her shades,she afterglows
she needs no grace but
her windswept splendor

once in a dream I plucked
a flower from her garden
fragrant, soft shapes in the night
you make me shed all inhibition

golden desire laid upon my heart
a blushing shiver upon my bed
your shifting cheeks and ringlets
burned me within your form

I will cleave you, speaking low
ringing out from this rock
all is wind and rain
as my love pushes  deeper

fall upon my sword ,gentle lover
as I flow, bathing myself with you
with every want, I wear you
swimming in this brimming cup of love

we're early gods,copulating feverishly
full of dewy grass and jasmine scents
touching time through your stoned eyes
deep in my love like a rebellious sea

we move like sand , remembering
hiding my limb inside your sweetness
freezing time, high above the earth
we loved thirstily, offering wetness.................




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