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By B.K. Date: 2002 Apr 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.17.21.15.13301]] |
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In dreams we are there Wrapped tightly Not knowing Where you begin And I end My face buried In your smell Nuzzling Drunk on your wine When daylight comes She tries hard to Keep us there Weaving spells Using sleep charms Anything for One moment more To touch you But dawn has its way Her heart leaps into her throat Her eyes spring a leak And morning breaks her heart Into a thousand drops of spring rain ©bk2002 |