Out of Curiosity

 

OUT OF CURIOSITY

I came out of curiosity,
seeking nothing
lingered to breathe your essence;
intoxicated by your being,

Stayed to enjoy your affections
savor the ripe fruit;
vines clinging with desire
awakening passion long buried.

Time retires, the hourglass shattered,
glimmering slivers forming stars.
Curiosity not appeased,
remaining full of fire.

 

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Dolores 
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Revised: December 18, 2006

 

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