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On Finding Her
Contributed by
Anti
on
Saturday, 24th June 2006 @ 04:56:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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I know it to the bottom. Sprouted naked and blind I grow into your green arms in probing uncertainty. I follow it to the root and splinter your tongue with my searching, wooden mouth. Thirsting, dew-hungry, insatiable we scorch ourselves.
Slowly and sweetly we unfurl and find the other in the frosted, hard earth. I am entwined in you, my fibres hooking onto your poisonous tendrils. The world is not lonely because we are alone. Our souls stare dumbly.
Whether it was my words or what I did not say I do not know. The dark hidden places yield something bulbously forgotten Suddenly a hot wind blows and fountaining with radiant wonder you bloom beneath my fingers. I know you to the seed.
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