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[dredpiratebunny]

There is no ceiling
The moon shines down and through
On droplets glistening back
More like ringlets of honey
These tangled sheets a new Eden
Finger-lengths of bliss and exhaustion
Here
There is no difference between minutes
Or hours
They all pass by too quickly

If we were removed from this
What would the futurists see when they
Come back?
Wearing airtight suits and probing the air -
Will their hand-held machines pick up
On the instincts we have honed?
Will they feel the words we have uttered
Heavy, guttural
Lips to ear?
If they sampled the evidence of this lust
Cataloged it -
Stealing fingerprints from the sheets
Would they learn about Namah?

I wonder all the while if they will
Return what we have laughed into existence
If the seeds of a thousand touches will be placed gently back
Into the bed with us
To take passionately to the ground and stretch up
In soft coils at our feet
Here
Where the moon keeps us safe
Inbetween our heavy breaths.

Comments

[ravenways.livejournal.com]

This is beautiful.

[dredpiratebunny.livejournal.com]

thanks (:3