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Once we found a solace in our nakedness And wore our bright bare skins Like standards held above advancing armies Gliding and caressing Until the one of us who had been full was empty The other brimming like a jeweled bowl The colors of the spread The slanted light The sigh that rushed between us all at once Then turned to laughter Rising high above the crickets calling up the night The way we rose like ghosts And crept from room to shadowed room Our bodies long parades of flesh And how the air itself seemed wet The tiny house grown smaller in the darkness How we stood scant feet apart The blade white stillness of our bodies Gave the only light How I spread myself before you like a sail Reached as far toward heaven as I could How you touched my chest and said 'Now me' How you held your heavy ******* up in your hands They way they gleamed and shimmered Like globes unearthed from royal tombs Lit from within by ancient alchemy Or how your hand reached out The way I slowly bent my head There was a solace in our nakedness Tell me you remember
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Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
Pittsboro Road
Once we found a solace in our nakedness And wore our bright bare skins Like standards held above advancing armies Gliding and caressing Until the one of us who had been full was empty The other brimming like a jeweled bowl The colors of the spread The slanted light The sigh that rushed between us all at once Then turned to laughter Rising high above the crickets calling up the night The way we rose like ghosts And crept from room to shadowed room Our bodies long parades of flesh And how the air itself seemed wet The tiny house grown smaller in the darkness How we stood scant feet apart The blade white stillness of our bodies Gave the only light How I spread myself before you like a sail Reached as far toward heaven as I could How you touched my chest and said 'Now me' How you held your heavy ******* up in your hands They way they gleamed and shimmered Like globes unearthed from royal tombs Lit from within by ancient alchemy Or how your hand reached out The way I slowly bent my head There was a solace in our nakedness Tell me you remember
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james-andrews
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC
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