Loverbe
LoverBe in dreams of wearyme
Her face a stubborn fog, veiled yet invitingly thin
i blindly reach and reach for something finite-- Her hair--
gentle willow vines in dampened dew clinging between my fingers
i inch yet nearer to breaths elusive
each delicate descent cascading down Her silhouette
in exhilarant reprieve,
Her chest a perfect pendulum
of
symphony
and
silence
Want within me screams.
as moments thaw and heartbeats boil
Her matchstick bones strike brilliantly against mine
igniting Her skin amaddeningauburnblaze
like kerosene to clover
no other lover no other lie no other fear
not the slightest such stirring inside
me but LoverBe and I.
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