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By Galadrial Date: 2002 Jul 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.05.22.17.10066]] |
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that name bestowed in tender, wraps me softly in chamois soft touching, holding me close just to hear the beat of my heart. My eyes look away, not because I do not want you, but because I do, and I would not have your hand forced by my need. I do not want your kindness, I do not want your pity--- but if there is some part of me that has touched who you are, and where you live deepest, if the cadence of my blood sounds like what you hear waking or sleeping of your own, if the sound of my voice, the roll of my laughter, or the quiet between us fills the stillness that has no name then the little flower will bloom watered by the tears of the heart friend she called water brother, before she dared to say the word love. |