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By Cyan Date: 2003 Mar 15 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.15.22.16.17038]] |
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He lets me carry him in my hands while the earth bears his weight and I guide him through falling limbs and sliding doors He teaches me the things he's learned from the other side where sight and sound is irrelevant and we finger play through afternoon's bliss I wonder how his kiss differs from mine He can't hear our lips fuse the way our tongues suckle my slight moans and whispers of endearment He can't dance with my pupils or pull them into the point where two visions meet but he's an awful lot of love too rich for my blood and I wonder sometimes if I can afford him |