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I am not in love with you yet,
But how so close I feel your breath.
The touch of your lips on my neck,
And the sweat on my palms off your back.

I grasp your hands over your head,
And freeze at the depth of your eyes.
As I feel your body tilting,
While mine begins melting.

If this be my purpose found,
I shall gladly believe in thy Heavenly abode.
Making love
There once was a garden where everything died
Even the birds had flown off to hide
The mighty oaks had lost all their branches
As for the flowers , long ago had they all of their chances

Even the sky turned black as it flew by
Then all of the clouds had to cry and cry
The floods could not wash away the pain
Those who lived there died or went insane

Laughter had been banned years ago
The crow's kaw kaw , was never a show
The only sound that was to be heard
was the wail of the missing violin's words

Under moonlight , by shadowy night
The strings cried blood and tears for sight
Even the moon overcome lost one dusty tear
to the life missing after all of these years .

One day the cry of the music stopped
The last string had now finally popped
The violin laid down in the ground
and there was never again another sound

And years had now gone on by
No one living then was left alive
There had been a revolt or so
Flowers once again started to grow

Trees sprouted out and began to bud
You could once again feel life's gentle nudge
The grass carpeted the woodland floors
and happiness returned to all once more

Now all had forgotten about the violin
But sometimes if you listen to the midnight's wind
You can hear it while it goes about tuning
for all it's sins had now long been forgiven
Fever doesn't care.
She lands, tucks her wings
In and gently kisses
Beads onto the foreheads
Of children and soldiers
Alike.

I rest against a cool
Breeze, hard hat and hammer
On the concrete by my
Feet.
Back wet, muscles and joints
Ache.

I could feel sorry for
Myself, but find comfort in
The thought that somewhere
Out there,
A toddler's mother touches
Sleeping skin with a

Nervous wrist
And whispers
Into the room
Relieved.
*It's gone
Down.
Dig that finger right into the darkest recesses of your mind,
push it,
feel the pain,
search through the darkness,
watch it rain

pull open that weeping wound
push it
touch the disease
run for the shadows
feel it ease
White lines
She looks around, making sure nobody watches
She bends over the table and slowly the skies whispers in her ears that her waist is beautiful
The dust is tenderly kissing the inside of her brain and she is standing on the doorway to heaven
goosebumps is traveling from her toes to her ******* and a tickling feeling is rushing through her blood
She pushes her breast towards the sealing and opens her mouth like she is ready to love

More wants more and another white line appears on the table in the empty room
She is slowly scratching her neck and points her nose directly to the table, that suddenly looks like some of the Devils furniture

Everything fades as she gets op on her feet and she takes her clothes off to the beat of the drums and within a moment she isn't alone in the room
She is dancing like an angle with broken wings, elegant but hurt

She lets Jesus touch her between her scarred legs
He tells her that there is plenty of white lines and that she is the most beautiful creature he had ever seen

She wants him to stay, she begs
Everything becomes silent and she hits the ground with her naked body
She looks around with her last energy, but there is only darkness
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