By it dosent matter
Date: 7 October 2000
her
her
willowy wisp of drifting vision
flowing tresses in waters hold
pale of flesh dreamy woman
butter soft silken skin
music shed from song birds throats
tinkling of waterfall notes
breathy wind through forest sigh
all paled when she did spoke
typhoon blasted seas
earth quakes shook and rumbled shores
volcanoes jetting fiery breath
curves would shift as she walked
deep space open drawing you in
bottomless pit in which to fall, fall....
whirlwind tight sudden clench
as she looked me in the eye
the earth ripped thrown away
nothing now on which to stand
heavy feet find sudden purchase
as she whispered i love you
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