loves, holy, fire.
I poured out my soul unto you
like a child I cleaved to your breast,
your light filled me by day
and your darkness gave way to my rest.
Such love and passions desire
filled every nuance of my need...
loves, holy, fire,
danced in my soul with all its greed.
Mystery, magic, and mayhem
twirled around inside,
twisted loves intent till...
It washed away with the tide.
By Erica L, Trybe July 2009
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