Guest guest Posted October 20, 2001 Report Share Posted October 20, 2001 awakening “We and worlds are less alive than dolls and dream.” -e.e. cummings when i awake to find the tropical scent of your dreaming passion washing over my bronzed and rippling shoulders gentle as the white foam on a blue wave wafting its way toward black tropical sands seeking the shifting edge where ancient dualities meet once again to kiss for the first, last and only time then i awake to discover not you but myself dreaming within a dream passion dreaming over passion washing my rippling flesh into your bronzed flesh rippling gently as white foam floating on blue water wafting slipping through the shifting spaces of tireless black sands defining the uncharted space wherein ageless unity embraces all that we ever were, all that we will ever become, all that we are just one man eternally loving just one woman just gentle white foam on wafting blue waves rising and falling just one love loving one love, tirelessly love loving love itself dreaming of awakening or awakening in a dream either way, it matters or matters not, either way i love you my beloved dark one, my mirabai mark christopher valentine (october 20, 2001) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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