In a rice field, you and I
where form and shadow meet
admitting soaking secret spurts
amidst the sunburnt ripening seeds
we mould our bodies wrapped in silk
flesh spreading mud on flesh
To plant your soul threads deep within
fingers sculpting hard to soft
senses thick and glisten crisp
breaths thinning breaths entwined
chests stretching swell to meet.
Hidden from world’s hurried lies
We pace to the precipice of life and fall
the promise of the promised somewhere
A place we met in our dreams
Hold breath until
Hold breath until
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