when caution leaves, abandoned
and each unchoreographed motion
danced sans word or thought
each fibre, each muscle yearns
each breath begs “more”
there is only now.
something we seek everafter.
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when caution leaves, abandoned
and each unchoreographed motion
danced sans word or thought
each fibre, each muscle yearns
each breath begs “more”
there is only now.
something we seek everafter.
Posted on September 15, 2013 at 5:56 AM in Bill, Poetry | RSS feed | Reply | Trackback URL
Hmmm, beautiful.
Enjoyed this one.
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