

ThreadsThe friendship bracelet I made wraps around your wrist A promise, a trust. Comfortable. We slide it off to make room for growth. Make room for birth, so we can form something new fresh and pure, virginal. A child of beauty and innocence, of passion and revenge. This critical point we are forced to choose: The relaxed simplicity of threads woven together, Reliant upon one another. Or, the unpredictable beauty of a new being, A person. A creation for which we are completely Responsible. Please don't make me choose The baby orThreads


The PacificWith each passionate caress Our bodies lose their relevance Each touch Kiss Moan Causes the physical realm to slip into oblivion The waves consume our souls and make them obsolete All that matters now is the soul that I see In the ocean of your chilled blue eyes As the tension builds and the waves crash We release our bodies to one another The once tumultuous sea comes to a stand still All that is left on the shore after our intimate journey Are the elemental fragile pieces, Where soul and body meet in perfect unison Lying next to you Open FrThe Pacific
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