Guest guest Posted February 21, 2002 Report Share Posted February 21, 2002 I have the copyright of your love, and you the patent of mine we are together on this broad drawing. The blue in your print is the shape of my soul overlaid upon a transparency between us. We both keep a nightingale in a cage by the window. When the moon shines inward its throat opens and sings our passion into the world to awaken the sleeping ones. Beloved. your garden is bedecked with flowers. I have showered like rain upon them to keep the blossoms wet with longing for You. My seed bed is fertile from the kneading of Your fingers. They cleave like fragrant earthquakes deep in the earth of me, and crack open the flesh like a seed between Your lips. I spill out juice like fruit to drain into Your heart. Look! You have stolen a mask from the court of Love again, and have appeared as a stranger on my path. I can look at you now like the sun burning water away. Your beautiful form becomes an aroma of the Beloved's perfume. That shock wave pours my heart out again as wine into your invisible cup. I am the cover of you, and you the cover of I. We must draw our lines much closer than this. We must both fit like one design into the same model of this, our souls flowering arrangements. love eric Copyright 2002 Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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