Droplets slipping into the netherworld of everything
The everything is our world.
The everything is yours.
The netherworld is theirs.
Voices tell me to wait for the warmth of sunrise.
Flowers surrounding me, feeling you, raise the hairs on my neck.
Raised like light against falling water.
Raised like a musical mist.
The constant pounding
cannot compare to the pounding of this heart.
The one that waits for you.
i love you.
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