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Friday, January 4, 2013
If distance is
measurement of space-
And I am your
between, what then,
If I should come to
you.
If your snakes head
blossomed against my leg,
And I could catch the
blue-violet of your attention,
As you climbed the
clouds with handfuls of ocean pressed to your arms.
If you in your
loveliness and maddening ineptitude would slow to listen,
And I would stop just
long enough to see that water fill the great above.
How it would rain,
How I would love you,
without pause.
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I visited looking for the prompt... :-)
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