With a touch, ice electric
cold shock they clench tight,
breath frosting with light,
bright chill nimbus convulses
black elastic pulling chakras violently
nearer.
Well fermented knowings
make for different sorts of spirits,
drinking in shock-bright-cold
blue-honey-gold gasps
meandering inebriated
ponderous whirlwinds,
sight gone and far from fumbling.
light-breath of moon-wolves
would snarl, save throat in throat,
shiver holds shiver in teeth
passing static in maelstrom
shallow current,
pair glowing tongues bathe morning mist.
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This sounds like a love-affair, with a whole boat-load of spark. What is this about? Charkras? Isn't that some sort of eastern religious thing? I love the part about the moon wolves, it makes me think of some savage and basic longing, with the undercurrent that wolves mate for life. (As said by koga)
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makes perfect sense to me...
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