Perhaps a walk where crisp leaves rustle, or two walking beside an early morning snow-drifts silence. If hands dangling choose to entwine by skins flush; or thoughts-whisper, picked up by souls rush, glean lovers untimely bliss. And dress between our eyes temptation for the others surprise upon awaken. What is this fortune and daily times arousal that subdues hearts from understood complexions? Lonesome winds grab me quick while your minds not thinkig, and squeeze your image around mine. Hear the colors soothe the memories of love clearly and dance with me alone. In exchange of a gift whose Son purified a fire in a kiss as each step one life defined...Netting the very nature we are. What future relic can breath now with more importance? A sacrifice needs the all or nothing like an artist, to express the vibrant colors of his tear. Your thoughts come in easy steps; with open-hands you hold me warmly and rest your head against my neck. With foot-steps across the stars, you come to me in a moment and hold your gaze like a prophet. What colors have hair and dress and livelihood, that share our open circle with natures expansive taste. Those lips pressed in time ring like a joyous choral of song soothing my sanity. These smiles all about my eyes in rainbow rivers glide, together, colors being in our running smiling, soft light, for two selves as one...begin...one wind, one river. One mountain to move from within one planet, moving the clouds in our mind. Smoothly, like the trees loving breeze that nurse the health of the world. With the miracle of love in moving that is constant change. Love of self expresses all else to life as itself. In one and another are two together. For the earth, moment in bloom raises the ideas to focus (toddlers along the white picket fence twirl our beginning each morning of time...of place we are one life). Secret dreams we bare soften in step to half-nights, half stride to slow infinity, where flesh we are; minds our children; guide to sooth them. This the memory of love incarnate in us forever...like some fertile soil deep in space...
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