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I wish you would…

Run to me.  Race.

Flee your effortless grace, and descend into the depths of my darkest place.

Glide your finger tips across my mountains of white

Dig deep into my trenches consumed with the darkest of blues. 

Between the cracks of my leaves, flow your luminous hue. 

Run atop my canapé, and surf the sand dunes of my Serengeti.

Witness the curves of my vast pacific, and wrap your arms around my plateaus (to be specific)

And dive down into the wounds  of my heart and spirit.

And as you leap the tallest mountain… The sun to my horizon.

I will devour you.