Nightngale
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come all lovers<br />of tenderly ways<br />give us a reason<br />to pretend anyways
Salshe calls me her desire but on will or whim I depart
for so fierce is our longing has been from the start
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It’s in The Dreaming a narrow lane I just walk to hear the softness of feet against a marble arch
a twofold whisper in an amphora I once opened of unspoken words
at each stride I falter in breath and rhythm a hunting bow sounds
a game well played a truce never written in twofold signatures
her arrows are a mangle a teasing banner flame on high!
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a stillborn momentum between our chests an echo a Taiko drum
spirare
a brimming gale rarely seen in a touch gentilis on my bow arm
a hefty burden and oars align to shift these hands
a luminous neck gives us hold to intertwine
in step and turn part those lips off bone and marrow
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direction crumbles as each curve strikes our passages crashes
as we gather lay into each other and crave and rut
inspirare
the sun runs through tingling fingers beyond crossed hopes
we sing with the rivets bolt and thrusts as each sway burn Fri vers av Nightngale Läst 879 gånger Publicerad 2007-04-26 23:51 Spara bokmärke Kommentera text Privat textkritik Skriv ut Spara som PDF |
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