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The way you were meant to be known.
mellifluous and flowing.
I have touched you
with quivering feather breath.
I have seen you
your epicentre quaking
pulse shuddering
I have felt you
In the eclipse of the first kiss.
In the collapse of reason
I tattooed you with flesh tone ink
Sewed my lingering touch into the tissues of your mind.
I have tasted you.
Sweet fire and faded jaw line
I have heard you
singing a symphony
the first dawn by your smouldering side.
Singing a symphony
I have heard you
Sweet fire and faded jaw line
I have tasted you.
Sewed lingering touch into the tissues of your mind.
I tattooed you with flesh tone ink
In the collapse of reason.
In the eclipse of the first kiss
I have felt you
Pulse shuddering
your epicentre quaking
I have seen you
with quivering feather breath
I have touched you.
mellifluous and flowing
The way you were meant to be known.
I have known you.
Poetry by Sparks
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Written on 2010-12-08 at 07:03
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I have
I have known youThe way you were meant to be known.
mellifluous and flowing.
I have touched you
with quivering feather breath.
I have seen you
your epicentre quaking
pulse shuddering
I have felt you
In the eclipse of the first kiss.
In the collapse of reason
I tattooed you with flesh tone ink
Sewed my lingering touch into the tissues of your mind.
I have tasted you.
Sweet fire and faded jaw line
I have heard you
singing a symphony
the first dawn by your smouldering side.
Singing a symphony
I have heard you
Sweet fire and faded jaw line
I have tasted you.
Sewed lingering touch into the tissues of your mind.
I tattooed you with flesh tone ink
In the collapse of reason.
In the eclipse of the first kiss
I have felt you
Pulse shuddering
your epicentre quaking
I have seen you
with quivering feather breath
I have touched you.
mellifluous and flowing
The way you were meant to be known.
I have known you.
Poetry by Sparks
Read 887 times
Written on 2010-12-08 at 07:03
Tags Palindrome 
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