The Urge

The urge is deep
The longing well defined
No matter all the twists
And turns of mind

Sacred, all encompassing
The touch of flesh divine
Desire burning through the webs
Of living heart and mind

Crystalline, the butterfly emerges
Flying high upon the winds of time...

? Michaelette ?

1/20/2002
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