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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.

1 comments:

Chris said...

I visited looking for the prompt... :-)