Friday, 19 November 2010

Still

In the shapes from the window
I am deeply awake
With Moonlight translating my skin
Her love in the tea
I slowly intake
Feeling her clean-ness within

The silence that wraps
round my bones
I still hear,
It whistles and calls me to Still
til my heart
As it pumps
Rocks my body
Like sea
Its eddies and currents
Unseen

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