Circe (circebe) wrote in openmic,

  • Music:

With You, I Am.

Heat is rapturous
Melts everything in sight
Cascades of rivlets
Upon your open thighs
In the air that you breath
The weather of the Southern Comfort
In your voice a smile of eternity
recognized, at first felt
deep at the base, of your
spin, open through your chest
and eyes that now know God
glazed over with the
crippling art of poetry
without words
but the colored stroke
of afternoon light up your face
turned against the pillow
and your fingers still
in my damp hair
that rests upon your chest
and listens to faith by the
zealous drumming of the heart.

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