in slow motion
i smiled
held still
i didn't talk
i lay on my back
feeling the moonlight
sift into my veins
into the best mouth
music swallows me
held me in a cave
inside night's belly
until summer evening let me in
i heard his secret
it did a tap dance for me
the knives of desire are sharp
am i dreaming
i pray for impossible love
a sweet prayer
the hand that holds
the simple smile
the lost ingredient
when the wind arrives
catch me
i am your fever
-BW
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