Poetry from a Time Forgotten : Amazing Love

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Amazing Love

We spill the precious oils, nothing left hidden from each other. Like wet wood left outside too long, the past decays into dirt. Dirt that no longer makes us dirty. We are free, like new spring buds, two delicate, but sturdy stems growing in spurts with trust and midnight kisses. I am your flower,... Sign in to see full entry.

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