A glass of wine
Or sweetness destined for me.
When I raise my hand,
I find in every place a dove
Seeking for me,
As if, my love,
You were made of clay
For my very hands of a potter.
Your knees, your breasts,
Your waist,
Disappear in me like in a hollow
Of a thirsting earth
Where they lose
A form,
And together
We become like a single river,
Like a single grain of sand.







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Buzz -
Good character is doing the right thing when no ones looking.
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I have noticed even people who claim "everything is predestined and that we can do nothing to change it", look before they cross the road...
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http://yellowcaseartist.deviantart.com/gallery
Photography by John C. Vincent
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And I carried these songs like a comfort wherever I'd go.
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I'm a roman candle
My head is full of flames--
As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being. -Carl Jung-
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come over, dance with me
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