Sometimes I'd wake in the nest of your arms...like a train wreck of intentions, with pillows on the tracks...I didn't know yet that sandalwood would make me lose my breath...but too late came early, didn't it now...and I'm too far down the queue.
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Saturday, April 12, 2008

My Most Beautiful Ten Seconds


I met a Saint who paused my being
as She gazed at me
 through a thousand of my mother's eyes
She slowed my heart
and gave it ears
so I could hear the whispers
of Her palm
warm on my borrowed cheek
-She told me only love is real-

Posted by Brandi Dawn at 10:38 PM  

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