whispered folktales

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I run my fingers through


your tangles of hair;


you whisper stories


into my hands.


 


“There once were


two souls,


in two ribcages,


in two hearts,


in two bodies.


They were not always


together,


but they were always


inseparable.


 


She would dream up adventures


that they took while they slept,


and whilst awake.


He would saunter through


banks of powdery snow,


she drifted in pools


of crystal-clear water,


and they always met


on top


of sand dunes.


She ambled through the


deepest gardens,


He traipsed around


violent city streets,


and they always met


in the parking lot.


 


He is lost


in the turmoil


of her, then


she says,


in the liquid darkness,


‘You surround me


in radiance’,


and he knows,


he knows,


that he will never


stop loving.”


 


---


meep.


 


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Created: Jan 26, 2011

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