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Sparks fly When----like passionate ants, You enter a space with me, Share it, fill it, world it---- Your little ladybug fingers Tiptoe across my face, as if you were blind. Fires Ignite where you touch me, Streaks of flames burn a primal mask. This hand Is the source of all heat in the universe; You tap the dark and make stars; The whorl of your thumb: a supernova. Your fingers transverse space and time in the disintegrating hope of a meteor shower. Our space dissipates. Your hand is Just a hand. -- 英語文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 個板 defenestrate -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 122.124.100.107 ※ 編輯: spacedunce5 來自: 122.124.100.107 (06/24 17:51)
hahastarr:aww little ladybug fingers >//< 06/25 20:16