The Deepening

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Sometimes the words fall, down steps, end over end, until they land in a place that I may not recognize but I feel right at home in.

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The Deepening

Do you retreat to some golden beach

Where fair-haired girls frolic;

Or do you ride the blue waves,

Teasing a dark door of despair

With your gentle knuckles,

Clenched in need around the firm

Stem of desire, passion revealed

In wavering sashays of your golden

Hips; a self-imposed border,

A mime’s cry, only

To procure orchestral resonance

When you whisper my name

 

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7 responses »

    • I feel a little like I went down the rabbit hole with this one and then, poof, it made sense… at least to me. Glad you enjoyed it and thanks always for taking the time 🙂

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