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Jun 2013
Pure shadow, breathing;
seeing the question in your embrace —
     the color of heat...birds in a secret storm.  

Let's  be  tight.

Weak legs.

A crazy shine.

A dry catch, safe;
love's stone a spent breeze —
     laughter's lot...short emotions that needed to rise.  

Gentle sounds.

Closer.

Eat a star.

Minds died, began;
cool facts giving way —
     later...night's secret covers the skin.
...for M.C.

© 2013  J.J.W. Coyle
Josh Oo-Wah Coyle
Written by
Josh Oo-Wah Coyle  37/M/Canada
(37/M/Canada)   
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