Thursday, October 23, 2008

wide open

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speak to me with words that have no sound
that I might understand you and your soul.
gentle thoughts, layered until they burst
like ripened seed pods to fill the air with heart
and the heat of sweet memories yet unborn.
beauty in the eye of the dream. soft lips
open to release the spectrum of your essence
that I might know the colour of you.
open wide the simmering pride that lied
when you said things that were only shadow.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

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