i. Atmospheric potential accumulates like seeds of static pilling the air ( piling in ) ...or rainclouds. we are a child's game, a dream the impossible calm of a dawn sea ( when reflections hide the depth beneath. ) ii. And a thought later we're bare and down breathing and twisting and trusting and keen but gently, softly, sweetly and blue-hot at the seams. We're tentative, tasting, sensuous, stealing, instincts and promises and quiet choice we're liquid and slipping and tricky time, ticking, gasping out rhythms in honeyed voices; iii. we are overwhelmed by eyes we are the bedsheets and second tries, we're calmness past the boiling point, we lie intense, or laughing at the flip of coins we are light and careless vowing solemnly, earnest, at ease we're lucidly foolish and trembling reciprocity we are the languor that has settled deep into bones the lack of shame that sticks to our clothes ( in lieu of our sweat ) we are the wise returning to innocence we are the learning, the prayers sent, the waiting, the begging and the rich men. |

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we're liquid and
slipping and
tricky time, ticking,
gasping out rhythms in honeyed voices;
Amazing <3
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-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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both bitter and tart
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