Saturday, November 11, 2006

Rapture

lips soft small smile
sweetly kiss fingers 
your mouth whispers 
here love 

any words are 
everything to set me 
smiling larger as I melt 
like smiles in eyes 
that see me as 
Botticelli may have 

your laugh as beauteous a sound 
as the prayer he made on wood 

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