You... <br />are the settling of my morning now <br />the scorch where fire brands in signals <br /> <br />Your hide should be found in my closeness <br />interwoven fibres breathing within, <br />My round should be squared in your box <br />and your peg will search for caves <br />and rest beneath stalactites <br />where the coolness of glacial dew <br />and the echo of another time reside. <br /> <br />and of US.... <br />synchronisation tenderises our skins <br />so ripples dance in spirits' fluids that carry <br />completeness to our inner souls<br /><br />Herbs 'n Planz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/raw-hide/
