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Savannah Mason Jun 2018
The wind whispers
"Come make sweet love"
The cicadas sing
"Come make sweet love"
The birds beckon
"Come make sweet love"
My gypsy soul calls
"Come fill me with your love."
Savannah Mason Jun 2018
Somewhere our souls danced
across the sands of time.
Torn apart like star crossed lovers.
Destined to travel time...
Looking into the hollow eyes of
falls lovers.
Searching for memories.
Humanity penning false narratives
and painting fairytale landscapes...
Attempting to deceive the soul.
And our souls wept until the waves
of pain and grief were lost in a kiss
And a secret between souls was shared...
"Do you remember?"
Savannah Mason Jun 2018
Do not desire me as a lion
Dizzy to devour his prey
Driven by the hunger that haunts him.
For when you return to feast
Only a shell of me will remain.

— The End —