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| If I took out my heart and laid her naked in among the oak tree roots I could watch her bleed raw passion into the rigid bark, knowing that my wild and wanton magic could at last explode unfettered in a crazy quantum thrust of joy that would travel up through leaf to star ~ unlike the blood on ancient pyramids that slithered down to earth from barren stone-faced altars. If I took out my heart and laid her down to quiver softly in your palm I would watch you cradle her, listen to her fire songs and know that you alone understand the molten sighs of love that dance and flicker there. |
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| *image: lee bogle |