We draw close the curtains
Tamyka Bell
That fall down around us;
We draw near each other
Under the cover of this rain.
My salted tears are never an ocean,
Yet they rock me gently, in a lull,
And here, amidst the sweat and beauty,
I find my home, in your arms;
Between layers of silken bliss
That may slip through eager fingers
And settle upon your flesh,
May you find your way
And carry me with you.
09 September, 2004
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