Monday, November 5, 2012

The Gift of Adoration

I feel like silk
Someone has taken their time
To experience me
To run their fingertips
With a slow, delicate hand
As if I were the last
A single drop of honey
I have been savored
And with just the eyes
The truthful gaze of this
Man of my power
Comes the release
The snatch of the veil
A breath from self deception
I am the moon
Singing to the night
"I am real
Regard me"

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