want to see you
naked
across the room
dancing to flames
tingling ablaze
hotter than kindling
silhouetted against
the wall
your shadow
in rhythm
imagine
your golden sheen
searing scented flesh
hear your voice
trumpeting
an idea
the past
is forgotten
opposites
still attract
nothing is so futile
as when love
is held back
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Saturday, April 12, 2003
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Private Thoughts
Remembering you
naked
joined to my half-covered self
bodies cooling
from the fire
chaos swimming in minds
skin tingling
yearning, burning
from the slightest touch
hearts beating
in a rhythm
called unison
sweat glistening
sheening, maybe
even blending
the future
could be seen
do opposites
still attract?
Nothing is more lonesome
than shadowed light
remembering
naked
joined to my half-covered self
bodies cooling
from the fire
chaos swimming in minds
skin tingling
yearning, burning
from the slightest touch
hearts beating
in a rhythm
called unison
sweat glistening
sheening, maybe
even blending
the future
could be seen
do opposites
still attract?
Nothing is more lonesome
than shadowed light
remembering
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