wood nymph


Myth


Myth
The myth of your skin Embraces me with memories Numenescent and sublime of lives, lived and unlived the past greets the future in the center of your thighs The scent of your breath invites me with joy to taste beauty and sweetness of loves, loved and unloved the present meets the future in the center of your lips In the wind, your hair breathes mysteries and kisses in the face of destiny and rhyme while eyes touch skin the hands of the universe whisper love into the ears of time The image of your face awakens my dreams fascinating and divine of things, imagined and unimaginable the future greets the present in the center of your eyes Brett Emmerson Wyatt - 2000
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