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Unfolding
Has anyone ever unfolded the layers to your soul?
If they did you would know because it feels like nakedness exposed to heat in a dark room lit by the flicker of a flame.
It takes you to aplace where fevers rise and breaths are stagnant.
Fold by fold your inner stories are told.
When someone unfolds the layers to your soul, you are consumed with what feels like a love drenched wine.
It tastes like magic sugar, laced with liquid gold.
As the layers to your soul unfold, time stands still within a glass made for an hour.
Outside of this pause, eternity trickles its way into your heart, whisking you away in a valiant hold.
Down to the final folds, in some ways you've been violated by a covert intoxication.
Yet and still, the demands of your entire being are elevated, as the cool winds of comfort graze the outer shield of your soul.
Has anyone ever unfolded the layers to your soul?
If they did you would know because it feels like you are dancing in the air on a bed of sensuous silk.
To the one who reaches your soul, your heart is sold.
If they did you would know because it feels like nakedness exposed to heat in a dark room lit by the flicker of a flame.
It takes you to aplace where fevers rise and breaths are stagnant.
Fold by fold your inner stories are told.
When someone unfolds the layers to your soul, you are consumed with what feels like a love drenched wine.
It tastes like magic sugar, laced with liquid gold.
As the layers to your soul unfold, time stands still within a glass made for an hour.
Outside of this pause, eternity trickles its way into your heart, whisking you away in a valiant hold.
Down to the final folds, in some ways you've been violated by a covert intoxication.
Yet and still, the demands of your entire being are elevated, as the cool winds of comfort graze the outer shield of your soul.
Has anyone ever unfolded the layers to your soul?
If they did you would know because it feels like you are dancing in the air on a bed of sensuous silk.
To the one who reaches your soul, your heart is sold.
Published 26th Mar 2011
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