we stand athe brittle brink.
a plummet waits just over
the
edge
rupture the breeze and
flutter in my arms like the
love birds cluttered wings
(we could be)
a union perfected with sweat
mixing salty pools on our nakedness.
give into the drop of rationality and be
the instrument of my heart and i will
play
you
Jun 16, 2010
Jun 16, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
we stand athe brittle brink.
a plummet waits just over
the
edge
rupture the breeze and
flutter in my arms like the
love birds cluttered wings
(we could be)
a union perfected with sweat
mixing salty pools on our nakedness.
give into the drop of rationality and be
the instrument of my heart and i will
play
you
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