[ .the.hush,of.pulse.&.ponder. ]
each foot presses more love into the ground.
as love imprints the earth, my love imprints in you.
I wonder when the words will come, when we sigh, when we pause and push the ground with our feet, digging the dirt, when wide lips of these, my lips, will find your lips, will they be warm, pressing to my lips, those words might falter,
crushed under the weight of when wide lips meet.
each eye passes, moving over to make way.
as over and over, my love imprints in you.
© Bryan McLean May 1, 2010
037/100:2
each foot presses more love into the ground.
as love imprints the earth, my love imprints in you.
I wonder when the words will come, when we sigh, when we pause and push the ground with our feet, digging the dirt, when wide lips of these, my lips, will find your lips, will they be warm, pressing to my lips, those words might falter,
crushed under the weight of when wide lips meet.
each eye passes, moving over to make way.
as over and over, my love imprints in you.
© Bryan McLean May 1, 2010
037/100:2
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