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Monday, 31 October 2011

Heart!

Look here darling, my hands are open wide
I can see the tenderness of your love, your soul
I feel the aroma of your presence near oh my soul
It touches like perfume in my glossy heart,
It looks like a string of ointment that moves in as it goes out as a unit
The strings are interwoven like the needlework of yarn
Within it is like a gentle wind blowing but not one to mourn
But one that adds to its fabric of moisture that savours you and i
Darkness is all around it, except for its reddish tone
And none can touch it even in the darkness shone

What is so weird and unbecoming
Is the darkness has a calming effect
For none can see us or touch us in this sac
This place they call heart
Like in a far away place in space

This is how I see us
Every time I gasp for air
When the storm rushes in
And you are not there
See me there panting
Asking for your glance
For in your midst
I am at heart again

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