Post by yeah@hmm.com on May 20, 2002 1:26:15 GMT -5
We walked. Not without
Apprehension, musings and the flicker of sweat
Playing on my scars, peeling the sap and bark
- Nonetheless, we walked.
As I broke for the morning,
Swiping fire aside, recalling frost,
I sensed it,
Crimson as deer, groping undergrowth,
Or as the mare, digging down
Her sweaty calves, real rebellious danger
Glistening in her eyes.
I sensed and held your porcelain hands,
Your gypsies and their faint, wet glimmers.
Deftly moving through me,
Your breath is a vicarious skin.
Apprehension, musings and the flicker of sweat
Playing on my scars, peeling the sap and bark
- Nonetheless, we walked.
As I broke for the morning,
Swiping fire aside, recalling frost,
I sensed it,
Crimson as deer, groping undergrowth,
Or as the mare, digging down
Her sweaty calves, real rebellious danger
Glistening in her eyes.
I sensed and held your porcelain hands,
Your gypsies and their faint, wet glimmers.
Deftly moving through me,
Your breath is a vicarious skin.
