
Oasis
by Silvia Hartmann
Words are to me as a sword is to the soldier... I speak and write the days long campaigns in foreign lands, an expert with my weapons, lightly they swirl, work their magic. Here, with you, I would lay down my arms and sink into the grace of silence; I would listen to your voice, your breathing and the beating of your heart. Open wide I let your sweeps, your shapes your panther movements flow inside me, there to warm and nourish. fill my hunger, old and cold. And finally, I close my eyes become the desert sands, await your kiss unfolding an oasis, rich with colour, rich with life.
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Β© Silvia Hartmann 2004

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