The Borrowing
Love is in the azure skythe dreams and the sighs,
in the borrowed mornings
and the moments when we cry
Love is the phantom flutter
from the gutter of goodbye,
in the farewell whisper
and the careful tread of feet
as we walk, so soft away.
It's the heat and symmetry
of two bodies as they sway,
the mother touch of fingertip
as we press a gentle finger
just to linger on a kiss.
Its in the blackness of the night
which entangles in our hearts
of the overwhelming thoughts
brought on the swallows wing.
It is forever and eternal,
the ether and atmosphere
It's the axis that keeps us
swirling, in the welling of the eye.
The reminiscent scent
that was lent for just a while.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2008-05-20 at 10:18
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