By kevin urenda
Date: 12 October 2000
grasp
then I would
die a thousand deaths
just to reach the moon in your
silver eyes
for the moon herself
hides behind the clouds
and if my eyes could caress you
with the heat of me
I'd strike the match of you
and then quench your burning
with this mouth that
would explore you
as if you had become
the last flower in the jungle
and I the last maker of honey
and for your sweet nectar
I would risk the disembodiment
of my very soul
for I know I can
make you understand the
ecstasy of being loved
the way you must be loved
and together we would ride
the rocket to the universe of
passion our hearts
have made possible
10.12.00
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