by Cat Sellers
lima traum
your eyes like a pool
of blue
liquid crystal
reflection of me
naked
stripped
down to the essence
pure
only you would know
you came to me
with no doubt
in your mind
i am your kind
like a stream
of consciousness
moving through
dried up riverbeds
melt downs
relentlessly
pressing on
until it reaches the sea
how did you know
it was me
© 2009 Cat Sellers
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