Dry as parched earth --- this body is.
I am waiting for your hands like rain.
Have I been waiting too long?
That ...
Your voice summons
Persephone in chariots fire
Your scent lingers infinitely even in the corridors of my mind
And that...
Your stare hunts the beast from the wilds of my deepest desires
Come to me
And
End this
Let the wanting in me
Turns to needing
11/04/2010
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