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Lady Elle
Poems
May 2013
muddy hands.
You and only you know who I am.
When you touch me with your muddy hands.
I am a piece of flesh, with a blossoming heart.
We lie in the forest beneath the starry dark.
Challenge my mind but do not get lost in arrogance.
Do not engage without caution, but love with patience.
Be mine so long as I can feel the spark in your touch.
Love me hard and deep, but not too much.
I lose myself and escape to your eyes.
I wander amongst the streets of your fears and lies.
But I do not run or flee or scramble away.
For those moments I am lost, yet unable to stray.
Allow your heart to be my home, and I will do the same too.
I will bury my body in your muddy hands, and I will leave them clean for you.
2013 Copyright.
Written by
Lady Elle
Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)
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