want to see you
naked
across the room
dancing to flames
tingling ablaze
hotter than kindling
silhouetted against
the wall
your shadow
in rhythm
imagine
your golden sheen
searing scented flesh
hear your voice
trumpeting
an idea
the past
is forgotten
opposites
still attract
nothing is so futile
as when love
is held back
Saturday, April 12, 2003
Opposites Attract
Labels:
attraction,
love,
past,
poetry,
relationships,
repressed feeling
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