Sunday, August 9, 2009
Silent Mystique
Mystique in the silence. Thoughts gather you to me and I think them fondly. I cannot find words, just meditations. Poetry, through the airways, channeled energy, unconditional love. Desire on my lips, groaning in my spirit. I know not what to pray. I sit still, even my heartbeat slows for you.
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