| 7 January 2005 |
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| When my head is in your lap Don't read a book- Braid my hair When I reach out to you Don't hug me back- Beat me to it! My eyes are full of love But I don't want to see any reflections Or greedy pools that gather it in I want a competing radiance! A lover is not someone that will be satisfied with the exchange of docile pleasantries My sould requires the type of person that daily rededicates their heart to a Wildfire. Let's consume this stale, dry world. |