Take for granted my soul:
a kiss in the evils of this world.
Leave me stranded…
the streets paved with gold,
afraid, sadly mistaken,
nothing to hold.
Living till the affair
and magic shake senses lost,
Surround, reinvent the very root,
say it if passion through skin
with all the joy of lights
go down in special air,
down 'round senses found
surround the hand,
and lead this world.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 442
You Surround Me
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