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{to be dark skinned and barefooted, with a laugh that stops a strong mans heart from fear and some great and dangerous charm, to sleep within velvet tents and allign their poles with the star-points of constellations, to light fires of sandalwood that make thick, sweet smoke as they burn. I want to be there, where beauty is boundless.}
{the scarves that filled my sleeves have faded from their vibrant colors and rich tones, the doves, with their restless wings, that burst from my palms have flown. and i alone am not enough. My throat aches from too many sights of silver moonlight pooling in the folds of the sea, the waves heave as if kneaded by some unseen hand...}
{what occupies my mind are relentless reels of constant and unquenchable fastination. without them, what would ever capture me? I need to be bound and binded, to move with less fury, and without fastinations to feeble the strong insistence of my heart, to to make it quivering and wide-eyed, surely i would be at all times blazing, surely then all lives would lose me, nothing would be left of me to remind you of my slow-smiling observation but a sighing breath lost in the wind as it cools the heat of your skin and your parched lips, like salt and saffron, like silk to sand}
{i love your poets soul, your heart is roaring and lionhearted, far beyond the strikes of city clocks. It is a stunning spirit, as deep and sheer as the note of a harp or a golden stitch}
{ i see some of this world reflected in you, you reside there in your mind, and through your eyes I view it as if trapped and webbed within some telescopic trance. There is a dual element to you that is both celestial and bestial, that revolves like planets and circles like wolves, and upon both planes it pulls me. I wonder if it is something in the blood, and born to you, or if you picked up its gold pieces from between the pages you caress, to wear like medals and melt into armor. I am drawn to people of passion, it is the orbit i respond to most, the way the burning ends of buildings somehow find eachother in a blaze....}
{ i have been writing so much now that i feel bottomless, as if some stranger has lowered a silver bucket down my throat for me to swallow, and the words are drawn up like water, they are tipped and poured upon the pages...}
~E