Tuesday, 11 February 2014

Our Little Infinity

As the rhythm echoes in our tiny space

Your fingers reach out for my face

My feet hang in mid air

While I lay on you and stare

Into your soul, tender and pure

Obscurity cowed by the lightning cure

Torn between a ridging togetherness

Devoured by a cosmic semblance

Floating like a simmering dream

Above. Below. Beyond. And in between.

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