No words
Can describe the light and dark of being
That would rise to the surface of my skin
Can describe the light and dark of being
That would rise to the surface of my skin
A tide of love coming up
From my heart
Drowning with memories
The first touch
The first kiss
The shameless, sensitive
playfulness
Those subtle strong shoulders
Stretched in ecstacy
Golden curls
Nestled gently, fleetingly, guardedly
Nestled gently, fleetingly, guardedly
The light, those eyes, that skin
through trust
our time-travelling, alchemical desire
faith made flesh
Gladly drowned
Gladly borne in love
Gladly cherished
Gladly mourned, my loves
Gladly borne in love
Gladly cherished
Gladly mourned, my loves
Those lips
Those kisses
Owned that self and are lost
Those kisses
Owned that self and are lost
dissolved
like an estuary
changed by the tides and the seasons
The dawn could not have come without the fall of sunset,
And the long night,
And the long night,
It is a love song to love beyond lovers.
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