underwater flowing over silt and stone rub skin, stream wash rub mud, you and me make land, this flesh make river, this blood rub wash, stream skin rub silt, me and you can't you hear them crying? can't you hear their scream? flesh and blood and silt and stream spirits in the night --
© Michael Raven
oh wow. WOW!! I absolutely love this. It speaks to something deeper. I like that. It reminds me of something I do/have done… and I like that too. This is something special.
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Thank you!
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The pain of sex on the beach nobody takes about 😉
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Interesting thought… I suppose it works. Not quite the original thought behind this piece, my mental images were of hands touching hands (specifically, hands of a native American on the hands of a Caucasian on the hands of and African American).
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Well that idea sounds like just as much fun.
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