By deevaa
Date: 28 March 2001
the Dreamtime
Aboriginal myth tells us of the Dreamtime
and of how they sang world into existence.
Last night, you where next to me
tracing circles on my back,
endless spirals that coaxed sighs
from deep within me.
You whispered that you loved it,
the way I gasped, like that
and a slow languid smile caught my lips
as I asked you why?
Blushing you said I made those
same breathless noises as I came.
And so, we sang,
singing each other into existence,
in my Dreamtime.
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