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The belly of my love
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Saturday, 10th December 2005 @ 04:18:18 PM in AEST
Topic:
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Tis the bones of beauty buried deeply beneath the belly of my love, she said, tis the moons daylight delighted by the foolery of the sun upon my breasts that hollows in my heart.
A star approaches, smiles, and fades.
A dream remains.
Tis the memory, she said, that draws from me and siphons me and steals me into dread. Tis the open star, an oceans star, forgotten in my dread, that spills to me and sings to me and takes me from my stead.
As Autumn's day decreases and Decembers dreary death impedes, our soft, soft love increases and is taken to its knees.
A sweet enveloped snare breathes the desert air and turns upon a mountains face to face its shadows fear, a fear of fear no worse than fear upon the waters cold and clear, streaming from our tears.
Tis in the time that is found the time to take the time to love.
Another day begins.
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iodinelove
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2005-12-10 16:18:18] (Date/Time posted on
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