poem: I come back

2011-01-12 10:21

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I remember the joy of sunny mornings
sharing time and art and contentment
the quiet times of soft nothingness
and times of pleasant conversation
there were smiles that reached the sky
past the eye into the soul
we were important at that moment

this is the bliss that holds me
the calm that brings me back

I remember hands on skin and hot breath
muscles over bone and laced with nerves
every ending excited to exhaustion
names called and whispered
a desire for full ownership
fully immersed in total flesh
we were important at that moment

this is the bliss that holds me
the ecstasy that brings me back



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