i have held this seed, waiting

to find the soil that you took from me...in my dreams, in my heart

    i thrust my hands into the deep, into the dark
                                               where love lives
              clothed in intimacy
                              laced with profanity and kisses spent carelessly

they are careless because they are sure of themselves, their ability to regenerate lends a certain...arrogance...


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