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May 2014
Spilt milk
flooded
the skies above us
as we splashed
in natural ways,
displaying thermals
in radiance,
your eyes captured
the sunshine of a billion suns.

Between the bubbles,
I found your sweet spot,
a deep valley
way below the surface
& we screamed primal
as I got drunk
on your effervescence,
under the spilt milk
of heaven.

I felt it.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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