Saturday, May 17, 2008

Put it there

Put it there, right there, in that puddle of feel
sitting so in the midst of unfathomable depths
where it catches the light and feels the heat
burning into the core of belief.

It’s a funny thing, love, that lies silently
between the confines of immovable me
but drawn by a need it rises sometimes
and breathes the air of freedom.

It’s a game, you know, that everyone plays
when love wiggles and jiggles inside us
and it’s like there’s a crack in control
and a shake-up of everything known
that allows for seepage and flow
into the nub of consciousness.

But love is a gypsy and maybe you/me
catching heat from the fires of passion
and dancing too deep in the soul
to ever really be known.

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