Friday, 13 February 2009

11.

I fall into you like a rock into a deep well,
Leaping fish, I swim in the dazzle of your waterfall.
I could drown myself in the pool of your mouth, bind my hands with the ropes of your hair.

You slice me as cleanly as a hot knife moving through butter,
My heart is a red moon against your sun.
You are there in my hidden places, in the depths of my forests you find me.

You are the salt on my ice and I dissolve beneath you,
I am lost in the maze of your embrace.
Unwound, my love spills out in great loops. My tapestry is unravelled.

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