slowly comes the wind
across steaming waters
swirling spirits soaring
sulphur rich silence
blending love and pleasure
time stops
and the intensity of the sun
fills the basin of our hearts
where we dance in the shadows of our souls
suspended waiting
love waiting like a weight
like the weight of the lake
on its bed
like the weight of the bubbling
of our own murky depths
the purple night of our souls
sealed
healed
by breath of your breath
and sigh of your sigh
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