Tuesday, July 27

Na’vi

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the long curve of your supple frame
bends like a reed in the summer breezes
your iridescent amber eyes like saucers
flecked with dark speckles of golden brown.
the ache i feel as i watch you move
rushes over my spine in slow seizures
this moment in time blooming like the flowers
woven in the wild braids of your hair.
— Na’vi – 12/29/09 – 29

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