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Subject: Re: Poetry Tag ~ Tag...you're it!!!!!

Author:
Sasha

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Date Posted: 15:48:38 10/09/07 Tue
In reply to: Sasha 's message, "Poetry Tag ~ Tag...you're it!!!!!" on 18:16:47 10/06/07 Sat

(it's so cool to see you in here, Andz....great stuff, sweet one!)

as stardust paints the dawn again,
brand new,
and the first words
of the early bright,
fall as fire
from golden tongues,
the smiling sky wraps two as one,
as they love, cocooned
in the first light,
exploding into day
with Chopin fingers, dancing,
their language falling
aqueous
to morning skin

They are the blessed song
welcoming the new day
in sacred voice

~ in the space between raindrops

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[> Subject: Re: Poetry Tag ~ Tag...you're it!!!!!
Author: Sasha [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 16:04:02 10/09/07 Tue (oops we wrote at the same time, Tammy...lol) I love it when he speaks indigo to me in all his wanton tones, how his whispers feel so hot to my Scorpio skin as words fall soft from his pulsing tongue in hushed violet hues to inner thigh and I am taken, swallowed whole by the night ~ in the space between raindrops [ Post a Reply to This Message ]