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Light and Earth

You come softly,

Kissing the air around my lips and hair with your searching tongue.

It is your thoughts that find themselves inside my mind,

Working their way towards holes within my soul;

Unlocking doors that have remained shut

For a long time.

Your body presses,

Stirring defensive dust that settled,

Over my colors, bright,

One hundred years ago,

When I was raw.

Until you came,

I had forgotten their brilliance,

And the wisdom they contained.

In the story that winds round and round,

Twists of an ancient tree, these vines have found;

I see a tree house, way up high,

The song of birds, oh why can’t I,

Fly upon those silver words,

Fly high!

Pennants on the golden breeze,

Naked, you upon the railing, tease;

Louise, you play your breasts, licking,

Nipples, hard, the moments ticking,

By.

And I:

I want to fuck you while the sun moves  high

Looking down upon us as we cum:

Voyeurs to the last;

That god might smile as light and earth,

Re-live the drama of our birth.