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Surfacing
The light drones low
Dim upon our open skin
As smooth a burnt embrace
Do we drown within
No one else but us
Between the wrinkles
We make love
Feathers flying quick
Buried down within
The soil of your love
And as the candles weep away to mild puddles
The silken moment penetrates
Darkening the pale blossom
Shattering the mirror
And as the snowglobe settles from the storm
Our bodies slowly surfacing
Our world quaking deep for more
Again...
