by Francesca Grace

Created on: September 12, 2009

If the soul that was created

the same moment that my soul was made

were to walk in the world with me,

were to stand beside me,

and look into my eyes,

were to put his mouth on mine,

we would burst into blue flame

and the light would make the nighttime day

and a wave would tear through the air shaking the trees and rattling windows

and people miles away would turn towards the sound of joy/pain/ecstasy

and they would blush at witnessing so intimate a moment of two strangers.

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