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Their toes touched together in the deep, gooey muck;
In the pool of warmth and everlasting lust
That could only be the source of their existence.
Time stood still in a pause of the wind, where their hair
Blew through and became entwined
They danced the dance of kings, as instinct led feet and hands
In a bountiful exchange of honest and endangered truth.
How love can be so kind.
They sung from the tips of the mountains above the
Endless ranges surrounding,
And the glisten in her eye, showed that the sparkle of desire
Was reflected from the core of her cornea
The airlessness returned from out of
Her shoulders as they swayed in leather jackets
How hope can be so dangerous.
She was as pink and as bright as
Only the imagination can share
For they knew not grasping the edges of their skin
In a moment of flustered and not cautious movements
Are souls supposed to cross in the vast open stream
Never to return to their core again
Or is it gray matter that enchants the minds of the spirit
With an unforgiving hopelessness
How truth can be so unbearable
For she is lost at sea
While he waits…
She’ll meet him at the shore
And he waits…
How hearts can be deceiving
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Michael O'Connor
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