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Sunday, December 27, 2009

as we free fall into the unknown

step by step,
we pave ourselves a footpath,
our fingers entwined,
as we free fall into the unknown

misery lauds in the faces of zeal,
take solace in the mistresses of love,
feeling the rush of dark winds,
and fumes of desires drenching the atmosphere
with such intensity,
as we free fall into the unknown

and yet my fingers still linger between your grasp,
as we intoxicate ourselves with the rhythms of our hearts,
pulsating it's interminable beats, filling pieces perfectly,
as we free fall into the unknown

for can i ever desire to land?
sentiments abound,
venus' touch,
where would we go, what would we become,
when we finally land.

and so i smile,
into the faces of falling,
the smugness of triviality,
explicitly red, tempting, like eden's apple,
as we free fall into the unknown


i love you most ardently, 10:11 AM.

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