You Call Me Kindred.
Winding my yearn to discovery's burn
'round your lips, as you riddle in whispers
Stripping the sugar off winsome lit words
which invisibly slide off your fingers
Crumbling the retrospect into alumnus
of catapult reason and rhyme
Always remind me and circumvent bind me
I'm yours just as much as you're mine.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2006
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