Contours Bending
Contours bending in a storm
emerging twisted gracious form
drifting through forgotten night
on slowly moving candlelight
with sweet hands tending tender skin
swollen kisses tumbling in
where hidden canyon's sweet abyss
surge toward a glowing temporal bliss
as human touch seeks out its will
unfolding from a stardust mill
weaving daydreams until dawn
the river's flow has nowhere gone
for climbers of crescendoed falls
always fail to cross their walls
until a time will come to be
when our whole heart will let us see
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