Sunday, March 29, 2009

Her face remains silent
Her thoughts race no faster
than the interval between breaths
Her eyes reflect images
as salient as the warmth of her touch
Her words free of binding
and tip towards that of aridness
Her movements supernaturally spun
in slow amniotic temperateness
Her presence ominous yet takes the form of light
guiding fear out of darkness
Her existence evident with a hush of a push
moving those that inquire towards the better part of themselves

I want her to become me!

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