Saturday, November 30, 2013

The Fall























Breathing fire just short of heaven
listening to the rise and fall
seems if lips and fingertips
are trembling after all
Edge of love's elation
push I do to watch her slip
nothing quite can interest
like the guise of rising hips
Held in love's surrender
fearful not as lightning hits
assured as storms go passing
re-amassing here like this
Breathing fire just short of heaven
lips of love to now exhale
listening to the rise and fall
I've grown to know so well

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