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The Trail of Your Heart
I feel
every day
the
motions of
your being
striking
the piano
strings of
my soul.
Making me
melodiously
and
sensually
whole
like a
lifetime's
pleasurable
quenching
of a
'Harmatan-
sun-
induced
thirst.
Ever on
standby in
my mind is
the
pricelessness
of the
treasures
of your
heart
Lavished
on my soul
with ease
as only the
generous
give.
Unconsciously,
just like
that.
I'm
embarrassingly
honoured
by the
way you
Jump off
the cliff
carelessly
Into my
arms.
We'll
wallow in
the blue
of your
soul
caressingly,
Accross
the lines of
my palms.
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