in the sage of brown green eyes
a lull in the storm clouds bowered strays
and for a moment I felt the complete inertia
of one moment separated from the next
I let myself fall into the calm of your skin
from a height ever high in a timeless snow
I felt the skies widen far above the present
a cold snap of august air braying tethered still
in the lull of your arms and past bowered strays
for one moment to the next yet ever stilled
the soft presence of unveiling skin
a lull in the storm clouds bowered strays
and for a moment I felt the complete inertia
of one moment separated from the next
I let myself fall into the calm of your skin
from a height ever high in a timeless snow
I felt the skies widen far above the present
a cold snap of august air braying tethered still
in the lull of your arms and past bowered strays
for one moment to the next yet ever stilled
the soft presence of unveiling skin
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