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Squirrely Girl May 2014
It was not love at first sight.
I was not immediately grasped.
Intimicy only breifly binding.
We are like animals
can't get enough.
Nature is silenced
I see you, for the first time.
Intimacy is oh so blinding.
We are like animals,
nothing more.
My feelings have no sound.
Expectations I know can not be found.
My feelings shut.
But all they want are to climb.
To reach you and find you.
Wanting to feel something,
buT no nothing, nothing at all.
My feelings like vines.
Only brush the surface,
but they want to tug at you.
They want to take ahold.
Just to feel something, something at all.
I want to wrap around tight.
You have vines too.
They are starting to intertwine,
but its getting tight
to tight to breath
I can't make a sound,
I am silenced
My affection starving to run unbound.
requires a magnet of swords
to overcome the facilities
that defies the towards
affordable mistakes,
declare non of under spelleds
yet indicates intimicy
of the grounded tastes...
home is not a place; it's a feeling
maybe on the top of the mountain
or in the sound of the roaring wolves
so called "the main frequency"
yet facinates the intimicy
of surrounded Alaskians' evergreens!

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