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By Baby Submitted by Baby Rose Date: 2007 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.29.19.44.22105]] |
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I think of thee as the sun golden threads of morning silk, woven webs upon my bare breast. I think of thee as the rain caressing pearls of milky skin, washing salt from tears and sin. I think of thee as the wind which brushes sails of ships and sings, whispering always the gentle mantra that is my name. I think of thee as the moon. Silver seas that call to me then I bathe dipped in mirth, like a flame just lit, a sweet rebirth. You are all things both simple and new and from my guilded shell I call to you spirit to spirit, ash to ash, all things shall fade but for the last and this I say no words more true, from the memory when first you spoke, my heart has never turned for but a moment from you..... xoxo Baby |