your place
By cait
your voice will sing to me the sonnets of the oceans. subtle, insistent, fluidic perfection. Saline skies fill with billowing scales and tones of Cerulean and gray. I raise an open hand to cut through the space, and trails of bubbling gel race after it, slide and bump along the Darkside of my fingers. Tingling. Liquid fills my every limb and I will sink down, cusioned in the darkness by taupe velvet Strewn with Obsidian-marbled pearls. As I fall, this floor shifts under me, enveloping and cradeling the contours of my cheek, breast and hip. I burrow deeper and will stay, perchance a while, with you.any suggestions? Written April 7th, 2002 © on Apr 06 2002 05:24 PM PST 0 • 12
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"your voice will sing to me ..."