forest fire
By royalorange
stems of the weeds roots of tangled dreams undying for attention in black soil of our needs from the sands that fall down one grain at a time from the seas whose currents pull me inevitably to what i know is mine from the winds that howl out your name in the language of bees flowers bloom when storm clouds whisper your breeze take me of unnoticed wonder and bring me under to ultraviolet blossoms of gossamer petal fragrance that lingers in my heart like thunder a nose to smell a mouth to smoke my body comes alive inhaling your fire fingers to thorn and blooms are born let these words bind our stems like wire nightscapes come to hide our arms with no clothes naked like flowers in rain symbiotically we grow moonlight glows for the sheltering snow no frost impedes our blossom glow cover the missing ahes from the last inferno bring it to life these dormant seeds to our place rightfully in the wide open sunshine dewey meadows of dreams Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 22 2002 04:25 PM PST 0 • 8
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