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sunset in your hands

I am the night

casting darkness upon the sky

to cry your tears for you and  

put a death to your demise

I will rinse your hands, when you are lifeless

lay inside of me - close your eyes

 

I am your sun

giving you life, striving to make your seeds grow

I hold my soft rays out to you, please - come

casting eminence upon your sadness

putting a warmth in your madness

I have so much to give you

 

Nothing can break me from you

I am your book, your lines are written within me

you are the farmer who pressed the grapes with your bare feet

and I am your wine, the product of your labor

here to ease your senses at the end of your day

forget about that rough past, give it to me to swallow

 

I am your wolf, black and white

I am your lion

I am your army, rest your tiered hands upon my back

I am your proud slave

I kiss your ankles

 

you are my knuckles

you are my veins- blue and incoherent

you are the vitality that strikes so viciously in me

keeping me breathing on this vast planet

trembling spirits, I softly place my head beneath yours

calmly like sea **** floating in salt water

 

you are every faint color, drained and impotent

so filled with death and soft laughter

you filter out streaks of exuberant light

blinding me with its brightness

oh when you smile, the starving are no longer hungry

the revolting become the most beautiful things

you turn a beasts heart into a hero's

 

you are the wisdom that flows through the natives

light like a feather, you move around hungrily on

these cloud sheets.

 

 

my eyes are so filled with your eyes

I am a tree standing in the forest you came from

I am a flower in your field

I am a drop of water in your ocean

I am your armor and your shield

 

kiss me tightly, hang your soft touches at my door

I will bleed these thoughts

till my hearts dust

and soul

sore

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midnight-prague
Greek
Published
Aug 13, 2011
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