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By Max-Rom Date: 2009 May 14 Comment on this Work [[2009.05.14.16.52.24302]] |
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She is the rain I am the landscape Consumed by floodwaters Whenever we graze each other. She is the sun I am the dark side of the moon Anxiously awaiting light and heat. She is the dew I am the drought at dusk Basking in the glow After our noctunal rendesvous She is the oasis In the Sahara of my dreams I am the listless traveller Sprinting toward sweet satisfaction. She is the gentleness of a breeze With heart full of gale force I am the tremulous soul After the surface has stilled. She is essential breath Within my lungs I am nothing Without her swelling inside. She is everything on purpose Without reservation. When she arrived, So did I. |