| pink jade/tracery I can follow your soul in the curve and swerve of your skin as my fingertips trace the flow of your blood through limbs so warm and soft and fragrant that I barely (rarely) complete the tracery for I must breathe. and I dare not while touching you. for fear that so heavy is my soul that you would blow away like dandelion seeds on the winds of twilight. which is when I most desire you. copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv). for Jade. used by permission. |
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