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Cadence

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Published: Nov 9, 2014

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it was the softest idea that occurred to me, while tracing the fresh memory of your fingers on my skin, calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth; this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears wet the cushions. I was wholly encased in your warmth. there I was slowly suspended, embryonic; not still, but in a state of cadence, returning to myself - harmonic and returning. you've seen me, I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys, the night still fresh in my cold hair and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers; all the stars still clinging to my clothes and I arrive at your body. then I fade into the realisation of deep, sleepy solace for the truth of your eyes has made every colour in me, open! like the sun creeping into the pale blue sky, you open your summer eyes and my veins hum with happiness. you are the root, my state of cadence my repose returning - harmonic and returning.

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