Heaven

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    Heaven

    I remember your fingers
    As they controlled my life
    I remember your hands
    As they borne me anew
    I remember your feet
    As they stamped in me a lust for life
    I remember your knees
    As I knelt on mine to kiss a bruise
    I remember your words
    As they brought me the truth

    I remember your eyes
    That sought out my heart
    I remember your chest
    That left me feeling better about myself
    I remember your mind
    That bestowed upon me it's intelligence
    I remember your heart
    That taught me lesson by lesson
    I remember your sex
    That gave to me the greatest gift

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    sk commented on Heaven

    05-07-2009

    Quite a piece of writing from one so young...very good!

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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