Love Letter From the Soul Xix
Dreams,
There you were again
in front of me, or was it behind
pressing in, I pressing back
no drifting off this time
we were still but still not still
I stirred, you drank
we bled, then sank
me into to you
a kaleidescope of colour
caressing each tiny bit
you bit and I chewed
on ever daring thought
I pressed deeper and pursued
you whispered
I love you
there was no need to go much further
for we were here
not frightened by the bear
or by the wolf
thru the forest we disappeared
eating morels and making love
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