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inside me.
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In Madness of a Dream. inside me
there is a feeling,
deeper than ever
crossing it's walk,
turning the head
of all the other that lies within,
the nameless, frolick, and storyline
of daydream books with
pages tied to their depth,
with words of mental footwork, and
cloudy left circles around the sin.
crosslegged, sitting, indian style, meditating
giving it all that i have to give,
to correct, and unfind the answers to it.
call it love, but treat it just
as a snake in the garden,
watch it, ever mindful of it's turning,
or the shedding of it's skin,
sunning itself on the rock
where you sit,
idle as eden, you are.
spies of flowers tell morning hours
when awakened by the light.
inspired by the riot, noiseless speak
of the way you move attempts on me,
like as if you could consist of only air
and i could take you into me,
with one inhaling gesture, and then,
sigh in a breath.
tickle me slightly, with hands on a curve
my head tilts back in the laughter.
drink of me the sweet,
leave me bitter, but complete,
hold my hand and take me from the comforts
of where i stand,
in the zone where i fear no one,
remove the shackles i have placed,
put your mouth upon my face,
caress me, share this cycle of a zen,
and make love to me, below the waist
with movements and your eyes open
in your warm embrace, i suffocate,
and under the soft spell of whatever
you've changed, charmed, inside me
i willingly,
fade.
