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 With a Smile, I Drown

His hands touch my mind
On one and three time
The rhythm needs no rhyme

I'm speechless

Primal movement and sound
Fill him like rain
Until spirit drips from his fingertips
And his feet leave the ground

With a smile, I drown

Ancient Ageless Euphoric Divine

Known to my ancestors
As one who gives feet
Instinct to dance around
The great Pagan fires

Power taken to tenderness
Through sacred circles
Soft eyes

I know where he's been
I know where he's going

And I cannot follow
This troubadour
With Thor's hands

A Wonder
A Light
A Man

(from Mythos)
September7, 2011

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