darkenedserenity

The bearings of my soul
2003-04-28 20:51:41 (UTC)

she who has not yet spoken

she who has not (spoken yet)
is
me.
you're beautiful.

you have a voice
like a hand
on my thighs.

you're the glint in the eye,
the spark in the skin.
you're the bone
the sinew,
the red cheeked smile.

she who has not (spoken yet)
is
me.
you're so alive.

the neck
the lips
the fingertips,
the ache
the flustered freudian slip.

you are the touch
the silence
the muffled hand-over-my mouth scream.
you cause that hidden fire

she who has not (spoken yet)
is
me.




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