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| Queen Gandalf |
we lay naked under flannel sheets
recounting dreams with eyes shut tight
the windowpanes echoed drops of rain;
falling on top of the breath between words
left leg, right leg, your leg, my leg
weaving and writhing under cover
bodies rolling like the california landscape
bare but lush
hidden valleys through which we climb
we reach the top unafraid of diving in
flying over naked necks upon our wings made of eyelashes
watching the earth from our planetary perch at the top of the universe
we are still
we entwine hair strands with shooting stars as black holes swallow us in a single gulp.
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