Occasionally, your mouth passes mine closely enough
to change
the temperature, the scent, the moisture in my world
and bend time
to return me, there, to the life I led
drinking you in
at the base of that waterfall
inside that cocoon of electric ions
under that canopy of stars
while thunder rolled on
seemingly
ceaselessly
through the Universe
and in those moments all of the
words words words words
words fall prostrate
fall prostrate to the
prostrate to the racing hearts, fall
prostrate to the locking eyes, fall
prostrate to the blooming smiles, fall
prostrate to the pausing lips and the squirming hips as
occasionally, my mouth passes yours closely enough
to change
the temperature, the scent, the moisture in your world
and bend time
to return you, there, to the life you led
drinking me in
at the base of that waterfall
inside that cocoon of electric ions
under that canopy of stars
while thunder rolled on
seemingly
ceaselessly
through the Universe.
Roll on. Roll on.
Thunder, Roll on.
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