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As Long As Grasses Grow And Rivers Run~ David Darling
On alien air kisses I hovered passing close to you
beast and angel becoming one inside of me.
That odd orange and green was our night’s color scheme
multicolored moving glows, surrounding our cracked halos.
How familiar it did seem, as if in my last lucid fluid dream,
I remembered how I breathed and each breath took me deeper.
We pump our themes under frightened canopies.
We pump our lives into each other just to catch that extra breath,
because loneliness passes in swimming schools,
and our eyes stay fixed and we choose not to look or move.
Should we trade our passion for smiles,
or let it drift into visions until it pours and floats away?
Like a small remembering, old youth circulates in our sap, our blood our beast.
Whipping it back into form, the colors sadly fading,
we choose to cage it, in tufted bubbles of sobriety.
Sweet dark perception… savage calling… stay away!
Intent is so much more than the crime
and these eyes can not help but plead guilty
to wishing to be freed.
Parallel Worlds ~ Farscape SL
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