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Out Beyond
We are not each other's.
It is through the window
He comes,
We lie on the bed, exchanging kisses,
Touches - most not innocent - but stay
As only a
Teasing...
Of the body, the mind,
The soul -
A love
That is somewhat not love, but remains to be
Love.
Come night, he shall return to his battles
And I stay in the sky when I take the form of the moon,
Trying not to be blinded by the stars...
And he
Plays his flutes for me,
Asking me to come down.
Come morning, I shall wait -
Under waterfalls -
Hair cascading, skin warmed.
Or on the shore -
Under sun.
Where light shall touch me.
Where light shall touch him.
Where he and I
Meld with the air...
Art: Pan and Selene by Dianae on DeviantArt
dianae.deviantart.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_1aF54DO60
It is through the window
He comes,
We lie on the bed, exchanging kisses,
Touches - most not innocent - but stay
As only a
Teasing...
Of the body, the mind,
The soul -
A love
That is somewhat not love, but remains to be
Love.
Come night, he shall return to his battles
And I stay in the sky when I take the form of the moon,
Trying not to be blinded by the stars...
And he
Plays his flutes for me,
Asking me to come down.
Come morning, I shall wait -
Under waterfalls -
Hair cascading, skin warmed.
Or on the shore -
Under sun.
Where light shall touch me.
Where light shall touch him.
Where he and I
Meld with the air...
Art: Pan and Selene by Dianae on DeviantArt
dianae.deviantart.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_1aF54DO60
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