you take my hand
as we stroll
together
deep, deep down
a serpentine
path to woods
amidst thick moss
and tree coverings
with fronds
caressing our hips
as we pass
drops of cool rain
cooling our cheeks
streaming rivulets
nourishing lips
where we taste
remote sensations,
a world
dislodged from
society's roots
we are more
than these bodies,
this ancient flesh
we are
interwoven in
a mystical connection,
constellations beading
eternal sky
in a telepathy beyond
eyes and fingers,
a language exceeding
words, until we
converse entirely
through our
hearts' speech.
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 8:00 AM UTC
you take my hand
as we stroll
together
deep, deep down
a serpentine
path to woods
amidst thick moss
and tree coverings
with fronds
caressing our hips
as we pass
drops of cool rain
cooling our cheeks
streaming rivulets
nourishing lips
where we taste
remote sensations,
a world
dislodged from
society's roots
we are more
than these bodies,
this ancient flesh
we are
interwoven in
a mystical connection,
constellations beading
eternal sky
in a telepathy beyond
eyes and fingers,
a language exceeding
words, until we
converse entirely
through our
hearts' speech.
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