Sunday, October 10, 2010


Drinking from your glass

I learned all your secrets...
Life is but a pulse of your heart
a beat and then no more
I would give all my days
to be that pulse
under your chest
where all the miracles happen
as you gaze at me
and your lips make way for your velvet voice
to find the center of my heart
and set it on fire...

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