When the end is near there is trembling,
Murmurs of the heart
Rumblings in the tummy,
An echo of long conversations past
Pass through the night corridor of Time
And bring with them
Your story.
The link that is between you and another.
Longing is there and sweetness
And the rapture of desire
And sex, that spark that creation demands
Exists.
Between you and me there is an ear of water
I feel it slide in sound, like a river stream
today
And it reaches the skin on my lips
To tell the story.
©2010 Nicaela Callimanopulos. All Rights Reserved.
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