We Are
Your fingertips upon my thighs
Radiate my eyes
With the light of ancient stars
It floods my cranium
With the dawn of eruption
We are new worlds
We are the flame in the first rose
We are stallions on seeded fields
We are the waters of Niagara
We are the mystery in tranquil ponds
We are the afterglow of Norwegian sunsets
I am soaked in the sweat of your hunger
As we feast in fertile gardens
I am bare in the dales of spring
Deep in your mountains
We are the germination
Of a plowed land
And with daring
I lay in your hand
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