find me

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you will find me
sitting on the edge
of your heart
trying to recover
(yes, still)
from your luscious words
like ripe summer fruit
bursting from those lips
that heart, you
are
mine
and i,
i try not to drown
your words are sucking vortexes
your words are little life savers
you write. i breathe. i feed
you eat. i spill
all over you
my thighs are blank pages
for you
spread wide & greedy
write me
sing me
sign me
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no. it doesn't matter
you will always find me
sitting on the edge
of your heart
ready to dive in
swimming
deep

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(C) Copyright MJ Calitz, 2008