As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Thursday, November 24, 2011

Reflections of your spring

I see jasmine blossom
In the nape of your neck
Its buds bursting open
Like you have woken spring
It creeps choking your spine
Tangling round your waist
And gropes your shoulder
I taste your luscious nectar
Drowning me with sweetness
I am drunk on you
I smell your scent
In each breath you exhale
I fold into your slow rhythm
I want to inhale all of you
So I too become spring

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