she solidified the mist around my heart,
froze its vapors, shattered it, freed me. her quiet
green eyes speak loudly the volumes
that her voice feared.
there is deep longing in that greenness, and when i see it, i return it tenfold-- in praise,
lust, our conjoined humors.
dreaming of what could be:
a night at a lake-- mostly still, stirred only by chirps, ribbits, and croaks in dangerous proximity to our heat.
there is a picnic there, under a tree-- evergreen, stable, firm.
food, wine, **** peace.
her beauty and kindness are now light
to me, for me, through me.
Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 11:40 AM UTC
she solidified the mist around my heart,
froze its vapors, shattered it, freed me. her quiet
green eyes speak loudly the volumes
that her voice feared.
there is deep longing in that greenness, and when i see it, i return it tenfold-- in praise,
lust, our conjoined humors.
dreaming of what could be:
a night at a lake-- mostly still, stirred only by chirps, ribbits, and croaks in dangerous proximity to our heat.
there is a picnic there, under a tree-- evergreen, stable, firm.
food, wine, **** peace.
her beauty and kindness are now light
to me, for me, through me.
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