poetryrepairs #206 14.11:123
KARIANNA JOHNSON : Along with the Stars
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The Mind
We are like autumn and spring, Experiencing the mists of fall The tang of spring arousal. Descend with me through Time's shadowy veil for this Is the time of year when the veil Between the worlds is thinnest. We walk hand in hand, stripped Of 21st century pretensions, pass Into a primal world of emotion, Sensation. Like necromancers we Raise visions of vanished times, Extinct moments that are never Truly eradicated. Savage drums boom around us. The forest is thick, dark, a great Fire illuminates the grassy clearing Where nude, liquid slicked bodies Sway and writhe, emancipated From Puritan psychological Mind warpings. We join the FireDance and are caught Up in Dionysian fever, the thin silken White dress enveloping your body like A sheet of morning cloud is ripped away And you swirl your long hair, dance naked And free, your body streaked by shadows Cast three thousand years ago. Before the moon sets and the sun rises Your body will be impaled by my savage Cock, and you will writhe on me like a woman Possessed, lost in time, feeling, emotion, Experience, we sin travelers, we self-vanquished Lovers, enveloped by a rediscovered time of Symbiotic sensual experience

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Along with the Stars
You make me feel Like a new person I feel unreal Like I'm the sun You've let me in To your mind And let me keep Anything I find I want to hold you near And tell you how I feel Tell you my secrets Let you know I'm real You belong in the sky Along with the stars I'd be the Sun You could be Mars I'd be anything You'd want me to be If you'd show me your door And give me the key

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KARIANNA JOHNSON : Along with the Stars

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