Friday, April 18, 2008

Arose in the East

And finally they break
In a crash of
Soft lips and strong hands.

They are wrapped in forbidden.

Dangers whisper in their ears
But fires burn in their eyes
Much fiercer than a whisper.

They are tangled in complicated.

Across the line
Beyond the rules
Over the edge.

They are on the verge of no one knows.
--3.17.08

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