Saturday, September 20, 2008

Playing with fire

Arm in arm, how well they fit together
how well, how swell
Swelling, the tides break only at the shore
only stopping for the fierceness of the shore
the shore, my shore
The resolve not to fall, not to break

It erodes under Eros
erodes under your fierce beauty
Roads found that lead to denied currents of lust
lost lust, lust found

Wistful currents of air from libidinous heat
they tear at my flesh
tear at my body
tear at my arms

My arms holding yours
holding on for fear of loosing
myself in the tide
my anchor
my enemy
my friend

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