Sunday

truth

i am a little leaf
fluttering in the wind
i am a small
down feather
rustling
beneath the
breast of a dove
i am a speckle
of dust
glistening
with movement
beneath the sun
i am vapor
seen in the
chilly air
of a cold
december morn
i am the current
of water
constantly
on the move
i am the dance
you feel
on your cheek
when no one
else is around
i am the source
of the flame
as it sways
into the dark
i am the wisp
in the sky
that carries
cotton candied
dreams
i am the chill
in the night
that brings
fall to the
summer trees
i am the card
that lay
beneath
your curious
eyes
i am the
elixir
that you
thought would
save
your life
i am the secret
desire
that
you hold
so deep
inside
i am the riddle
of every man
who travels
on this
journey
i taunt
i make you pray
i give you hope
i am the closed
door
the open
one
your enigma
wrapped
within a shroud
of truth
that i persist
without
capital but
i am

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feel me harder, move closely
move slower
i don't want to be here anymore

breathe me deeply, touch softly
glide gently
open your eyes see the open door

moving silk with naked hand
unable to change the fate
this land

brush me, stroke me, see clearly
unable to focus
reach deeply into my core

whet yourself upon cool breath
slowly slipping
holding this hand

moving silk with naked hand
unable to change the fate
this land