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[aid] => mick
[title] => Slip Away
[time] => 2009-11-21 09:48:41
[hometext] => Don't you wish you could slip away?
[bodytext] => Won't you join my side and be a part of this? We can make our exodus to gaia's heart and escape from the illusion of things. I care for a secret cabin of solitude with the breath of oak and deep comfortings to coax our worries. A sacred place where wicks boast orange plumes that cast fragile hues in ethereal dances and we can gaze out serenely at God's water making circular plummets in liquid mirrors. There my butterflies would welcome soft cherry-stringed words from you to tug them into dance. Your hand caressing my cheek could be the silencer of sand, stopping time without strain. The wind, our only companion would gasp as my lips are welcomed home by the tender calls of your neck. The scent of your skin would turn me primal as I breathe intoxicating essences of lust. I yearn your beckoning eyes to paralyze me momentarily as the deep static of our embrace shudders through me. But only there, where knowing glances speak volumes and there is nothing but us and we lose ourselves to the racing duette of heartbeats that quiet the forests tongue, shattering all mirrors of doubt. Where the distant chiming of a robin's call is the affirmation of all things perfect. Won't you walk with me there? -Shawn [comments] => 0 [counter] => 133 [topic] => 40 [informant] => Clayman [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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