Open kind of love

I slide down the curles of her her
floating like a feather
floating down her stream
lieing next to her
open fields stretch
always wondering
about what she's thinking
there's always something
in her that makes me want more
I loose myself inside her pupils
freeze frame the moment
because nothing lasts forever
I'm swimming thru the lines in her palms
and catching her scent
through a fresh farm breeze.....
then I woke up and was lonely again.
-Jesse

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"i'm swimming thru the lines in her palms..." that's the best line i have read in a really long time. well done.
)Kaleb