Talk to me next week
These days, I have been dipping
In lonely waters
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Talk to me next week
These days, I have been dipping
In lonely waters
In lonely waters
sea nymphs play their windswept songs
the tide is now out
the tide is now out,
specks of sand listlessly dry
under liquid stars.
Under liquid stars
lovers whisper sensual thoughts
sharing body warmth
sharing body warmth;
to be tucked under a star
where one sleeps to breathe.
where one sleeps to breathe
the utopian silvern air
of redolent dreams...
of redolent dreams...
young faces in snow-streaked light.
Later they'd make love.
of redolent dreams,
flowers melt, sunlight filters
through kitchen windows
d'oh, you beat me to it!
later they'd make love
snuggle and tease words through lips,
tensely self-aware
tensely self-aware.
Crowds, the unforgiving clock--
working its sweet time
working its sweet time
beating a pulse in membranes
connected through rhyme
Connected through rhyme
two little notes dance their way
from my heart to yours
Jon, IP, and Kiz??!! I can't compete!
From my heart to yours-
An unforgiving tremor,
Shaking us senseless.
oh now now dramas you rock :)
Shaking us senseless;
Jack London's To Build A Fire,
that kiss of warm snow.
that kiss of warm snow
melted days of agony;
on with the loving :blush:
[drama, I echo the sentiment -- you rock! Wished everyone in the house would join us, this is soooooo much fun! :)]
on with the loving
whirring, slapping sticky street...
child wants crayons.