Treasure Island

Seshat Nibada


Letters I tore open as our bodies melted together


I gave you love gifts
Kisses for your earlobes
I gilded the time where our palms met
Like the fragrance of clean summer air

I gave you all my time
Where hung the many shinning things
In my chest’s forgotten depths
You have enabled me to truly live

A few days, weeks, months
You gave me open letters of silver
(As it is written in the Song of Songs)
I have been cherished by you

And I have covered your skin
With the fabric of my beloved touch
And kissed you into sleep’s happy melody
I gave you love gifts

All over your delicate body
And I hung my life’s passion on you
Without needing a religion or language
But love’s oldest embrace
The last passage to Oneness.

Submitted: Saturday, September 28, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 30, 2013
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  • Radical Hope (10/9/2013 1:26:00 PM)

    And I have covered your skin
    With the fabric of my beloved touch
    And kissed you into sleep’s happy melody
    I gave you love gifts

    I can't take it. Oooh Weee! That's good good good.... (Report) Reply

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