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JOURNAL #25

gilded prose

at the tip of mine lover's tongue

sweep me up into your amazing web

and love me where I've spun

a rain drop

a tear

a golden nugget of desire

fuel me with your breath

feed off me with your fire

the earth

the wind

the moments wrapped in rapture

tenderness

sweet, sweet tenderness

seal me in such soul laughter

upon the river of one lone breath

these watery words

spill forth out

I Am Yours!............

(written Dec. 8, 2000 1230am)

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