Saturday, September 12, 2009

our prints in the snow

Your look took me here
With a glance
My shudder

my mate my soul

Danced days, our prints in the snow,
the sand,
the clouds

I breathe you in
You exhale only me

When we touch we never let go
Our hearts beat
the same song

The same skin
Our sin

Touched lip
Sweetest taste

The dance was the beginning
The dance our never ending

Your tear is my tear
My souls mate


Has no fear

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