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me and a friend sat on the hill staring at the pretty clouds..

staring up into the light.. childhood talk of camels flowing into the shape of trains.. dragons fighting brave knights in the sky above us..

lazy breeze repainting the picture afresh every moment.. minds feverishly make no effort to create infinite variety of life there where science finds none..

i sit on my rooftop.. memory of lost childhood friend ghost footsteps next to mine.. we stare together up at the cluds and see the image of ur thigh..

picture fingerpainted glowing color of ur kiss floats across the clouds.. reach out and touch the shape of a cloud as it glides by.. red hued sundown of passion colored in the shape of ur arched back..

gliding cloud passioned shape of bent lip calls to my imagination.. i sit and dream of jumping thru the air swallow flied into the warmth of ur embrace.. cloud shaped heavenly thighs to surround the force of my wish..

Author’s Notes/Comments:
you are far away but near to my mind.. words older than time and still just as true