when we are trees, rest intertwined,
there's nothing of yours, nothing of mine.
only bodies collided at single speed
and there's no other sound falling with it.
you might feel the storm coming just under your skin,
but there's nothing to lose, nothing to win,
only two bodies sharing each other's grace
and one single, deafening, long embrace.
I would give you thousands if I dared,
I would call you my knight, my prince, my fair.
but until the night's end - it's only 4,
I will stare in your eyes and plead for more...
Intertwined
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2016
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