Tuesday, November 24, 2015

angle dying

You. Wondering through
this big world
crawling through the channels
Ducking between the threads

Roll over 
and slip your tongue on mine
Breathe in my breath
And rest
all the endless patterns will swirl over our heads
And I will kiss your every color spectrum shade
Light on your body
With my finger tips
Dash to shush your unneeded words with my lips
Wanting only to kiss you again
So slowly an angle could die in slow motion
Beside us
Drifting, falling
And without knowing
My hand would float up and meet her
And lower 
her spirit to the ground
Because 
every dance has its reason.

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