Kris Rozz

Between Breath & Touch
strides a whispered Caress
Across endless plains
of Dream time
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Hold back from us the golden sandal dawn,
already on the sea the fading light of dreams
and then you're gone.
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On the shore;
He felt her breath
on winds of her horizon
He, the ocean moaning,
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I lay in darkened beauty
against the golden dawn
where I feel you,
for only a brief perfect moment,
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It's the kind of night where
you hear the ghost songs
of a lonely saxophone drift.
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An artist's fingers to trace my skin,
mold my soul share this sin
flesh pressed against mine,
lips of dark desire entwine.
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Had we touched
the blue sea
at indigo dusk, entwined
faded moonlight's decree,
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Lingering like delicate webs
in a lavender twilight, on the west side
of night down back alleys, a mendicant,
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Senses drained my plain,
of shallow water
into darker heavens.
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Its kind and quiet here with only
the night humming lullabies,
and the silence is eloquent
well placed it vibrates through
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Those that have awakened
watching from afar
Sliding in the wind,
hidden in the scream
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