Tag: life
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The Lover
There is a man with a lute his eyes thread clouds sunsets line his skin, and soil perfume his breath, ever present, ever-awake— He never speaks but through strings he sings a yearning for what has gone and come gone again… like lovers linked in a dance, spinning away till hands stretch to the last filament…
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Life’s Fervor
rose tinted lenses blades of grass between the toes puffs of clouds in smoke dappled sunlight seeping in rolling hills of belly laughter butterfly kisses on puckered flowers fur nuzzling in heat fingers softly tracing skin sensational aphrodisiac
MindWraith 