before the rivers of you there was nothing the stones lay empty swaddled in the silents of my mouth and you swallowed the seeds of the world and emptied the darkness
filling the tender edges of shadow filling the cold lunar silver of transformation and your green beyond the rising of the sun and i lay in sweet spring moss and the warm mud of the emptying of my night and i lost the word stone and stream and ran until with the looks of our eyes i breathed the reflection of the heat of your hands as they traveled the horizon of your body
and i gasped the the stars and longed for the milk of you and wet and heated you surrounded me and became the silence and the dark that filled me and empty me in a breath and before the rivers I learning of your hips brought thunder and rain and you bathed in the spring as your earth split open and i tasted moss and green of valleys and crisp snow peaks that soared the blue behind your eyes
and i dumped to the cascade that you spilled as the world moved and i swallowed the silents of your gasps and before you love the world and i were shadow and longing and then the void surrendered the shadow and your flooding filled my mouth and washed the silents and the longing flowed from the wind and in the spring fall to moss and fern till seed found promise.
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