Us


Sweet nectar from your lips,
I drink deep and fall
tumbling, tumbling
into the arms of a dream's infinity

Seconds slip as silk,
dalliances create sighs,
we fall tumbling, tumbling
into the swift movement of love

Can you hear this, dearest
the sweet beat of my desire
coursing through eyes that
see none but you

And in these beats
are the seeds of years
tumbling, tumbling
through the intertwined life

called Us.


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