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By coujeaux Date: 2004 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.06.01.33.2145]] |
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Anonymous, who; satisfaction, two, and we say nothing more than to each other, veil it deep, Rocking to, fro on satisfied heels and noncommital words so only we know company we keep. She turns bitter man into better man through disbelief, from impossibility to we here and now, Only surrender present in his consideration is capitulation to what opening her arms will allow. In the mind, we take it slow, of the heart, in time it will show; last time around, oh could it be? Let their warmth and willing lead the anticipation into a fulfilling where you end starts with me. We learned this, lights down low, enveloped in bath of neon glow, children of englittered cries, Concurrent lamentation halted his twostep swath just as her plan disincluded others; surprise! Out of the corner of cautious gazes came introductions, then dual hesitation step; where to go? We're not supposed to believe anymore in made for you or meant to be, and yet we said hello. Now we circle 'round the other, thinking in terms uncharacteristic, still vigilant; we wear it so well, Believe I hear her familiar sugarcane sweetness when she calls my name; I won't kiss and tell. Lady, you say you're mine, as perfect for me as by design, just hope you know I feel it as you, Every moment we move forward with possibility we've got it right it punctuates everything I do. Always preached the best things in the happiest lives remain simple; love's not above that law, And we said it and meant it and we're in for it now and it beats anything either of us ever saw. Now as I lay you down to lift you up, show me your Heaven, baby, 'cause in there we're anew, Whispers unto the dimscapes, dual silhouetted encomium, riding unto bliss over abyss we two. |