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We build fences We make defenses We cower To cover Our tender Emotions Never realizing That we separate When we segregate Our feelings.

We expand and contract Fight and surrender We come and go As we please We understand the bond and how the music should sound We are instruments of Our love making

if the light from the sun were to burn on my skin, if the depths of the ocean should drown my soul, if the winds of change should ever carry me away, it would be as nothing compared to the power you possess over me.

I discovered you, inch by inch, with searching hands and curious feet We are wrapped, arm and arm You smile at my cunning charms

Covered from the rain and the elements. An unexpected natural event had us running hand in hand. Underneath this shelter with you. I see the water dripping from your hair and face, and I smile, because you are here with me. And we are sharing this moment together.

silk

Wrapped in oceans of sheets. A sensuous touch. A moment against naked flesh. Its warm and hot, slippery and shimmering in the moonlit night. You were staring at me, staring at you, and I would have laid there forever in your arms.

I am strong, but pliable. I can bend when I wish. I can take many forms, because there is none that I cannot be. I flow with my whims and folly.

I am in control of me. I am the captain of this vessel. I steer the course. I follow my heed. I am the leader of me.

ill

You are my sickness. Aching, painful, bruised Reminder of What we once were You are a scab Waiting to heal And only time Can make it so.

mean

You are misshapen by anger. Your vision is blurred. Your words have a cold bite that stings with intentional harm. You have become beastly, standing in the shadows of your hatred. I am unaffected, but I see the monster inside you.

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