*Smooth and
skip
like a
stone
along the water color world in my soul.
As our Brightnesses
blend into one; Irises
fray out like Bristles.
dip into eachother
dripping
and
damp
I can feel your brush strokes
in my
White
canvas
bones.
As your touch glides across my skin I can feel the wind beneath it;
soft and smooth
shivers
up my
spine,
like leaves
dancing, romancing
as they
fall
from
trees in the breeze
to
collect
and
weave
our bodies into* one.
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:54 PM UTC
*Smooth and
skip
like a
stone
along the water color world in my soul.
As our Brightnesses
blend into one; Irises
fray out like Bristles.
dip into eachother
dripping
and
damp
I can feel your brush strokes
in my
White
canvas
bones.
As your touch glides across my skin I can feel the wind beneath it;
soft and smooth
shivers
up my
spine,
like leaves
dancing, romancing
as they
fall
from
trees in the breeze
to
collect
and
weave
our bodies into* one.
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