Monday, August 2, 2010

SoftDown

an easy sanctuary

she fits me

internally, externally, eternally

moments like tiffany blue opening to the real treasure

anticipation for/of

more than a maybe, probably a probably

how it may (may it) become


she enters again easy into my arms

she fits me

in the ecstasy, and the exhaustion

she finds her voice

she loves me there in the softdown

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