Tunnel Vision |
[Nov. 24th, 2016|01:22 am]
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The sunshine warmth of your fingers rests attentively along the grooves of my leather bound spine an instrument you deftly play. As you move the sigh that escapes my cherry bitten lips is the pitch of a bow pulling strings - can you hear the violins? aim true and send your arrow on. Take me high into your arms.
It strikes.
In that electric moment I know you the sudden way stag knows huntsman, blood rushing and pupils wild with the roundness of the world. Eternity in a moment, with self-possessed gravity and the edges of the world go dark. |
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