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Us... so special, a girl yet a full grown woman, a pebble yet a sparkling diamond, a snow flake yet a steel bar, a word yet a book of wisdom. pure chance, we could have passed each other in the street, this single unique moment in time when it could have happened, our lives and ways ruled by the rolling die of the gods, and i would have gone east, she would have crossed the street, without capturing the eye, without touching a sleeve, and the die rolls again, and the moment is gone, never to return, never to meet again, never knowing we never met, never longing for it, never being sorry for it, never happened. gone. but the die got stuck. it hit a corner and couldn’t decide which way to fall. so it preferred not to decide. got stuck in between never and always. and the gods decided to let the game play itself out. for once they will not interfere, they will not kick it free and force it to decide, they will let the uncontrollable variables get into the human formula, the passion, the guilt, the pain, the passing time, the changing world, the others... and see what happens. not controlling, not leading, not deciding. but following. and the mortals, for once, should play it out. we met. we clashed, we crashed, we fused, we rived each other’s chest and ripped each other’s heart and riveted each in his own chest the other’s thunder, the other’s blood, the other’s life. and the gods were confused, complaining this is not a fair game anymore, that we broke the rules, that we should not have met, that it should not have happened. too late. even for the gods it was too late, what gods do gods cannot undo, what gods allow others to do gods cannot undo. they can just release the die, and let it roll again, and see and accept what the next roll will bring. games of the gods, rules of the gods, pains of the flesh. and the thunder is rolling, and the blood is raving, and the life is roaring...

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Tunes Two... lay your head upon my chest, all your worries lay to rest, with your hand between my thighs, let the sandman close your eyes, draw your lips in pouting smile, slow your heartbeat gently, while in your ears i’ll whisper sounds, fairy tales of love abounds, maidens fair of love will sing... while my fingers trace your ring.         * * * missumissumissumiss, is it curse or is it bliss, luvuluvuluvuluv, knuckle duster, velvet glove, huguhuguhuguhug, raving mad or gently snug, kissukissukissukiss, placid lakes or raging seas...? kayteekayteekayteekay, will u go or will u stay, missuluvuhugukiss, bliss, glove, snug, and raging seas...         * * * puppy eyes, if tail you had, it would beat so mighty glad, that three farms within three miles would make butter with your smiles. pretty eyes, if bark you would, your concert would be so good, that three farms would sell their ploughs buying ear plugs to their cows. but your eyes are skylight blue, and your voice sweet lovers coo, and three thousand miles away, someone dreams of you all day...         * * * somewhere between of june to may, it was a dark and dreary day, her lips were cracked, her nose was red, she didn’t want to go to bed, her eyes were swollen, cough and sneeze, her voice a creaking painful wheeze, a raspy breath, an aching chest, refusing flat to take a rest... i looked at her, and then... she smiled, and smile on smile on smile she piled, and then the skies the gates threw wide, the sun exploding glowing pride, and little birds, on sills parade, the light invading every shade, and wilted flowers, growing buds, and flying bats just going nuts, kids at the hop yelling with joy, a teddy bear sleeps with a boy, i looked at her, she smiled at me, i’ll never elsewhere wish to be, i looked at her, my childish dame, the only fairy worth the name...

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Angel Wings... Beaten, blood down trembling chin, Blinding love your only sin, Bound and gagged like human filth, Being raped your only guilt, Frightened, scared in mindless awe, Being young your only flaw, Hunted down, your puppies save, Way from harm your only crave, Cheated, into fearful price, Trusting love, your only vice. Days run long time’s endless rope, Dim the eyes, and dims the hope, Yet... unknown, untold, unseen, There where none has ever been, Toils an army morn to noon, Day to year and sun to moon, Piece to piece to bind and reeve, Bit to bit to sew and weave, Cheroubs rush at stumbling gait, Fairies fly like heaven’s fate, Fireflies spill streams of sparks, Swallows chase gay hordes of larks... And one day, time world awakes, Time the sun it’s slumber shakes, Time the rooster proudly sings... On your back – white angel wings.

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The Masters Of Chance... Do you remember, Elvis was rocking, Neil on the moon in soft dust started walking, John with the Russians was going to war, Paul John George and Ringo scooped charts with a roar, A waspy lithe body with skirts flying high, With chest crushing chest, with thigh crushing thigh, Wild fluttering hair and rolling of hips, And hand crushing hand, and lips crushing lips... Do you remember, “One Night” in the van, “Ich bin ein Berliner”, “A small step for man”, Do you remember I do and I do, With the Platters sweet playing a soft “Only you”... Do you remember, you screamed at the sky, A baby tore out in the world with a cry, A bundle of flesh hungry clutching your breast, Your body in tatters, your spirit at rest... Do you remember, the masters of chance, Forever at war with the masters of dance, Decided to play all their cards like a clown, And Elvis is dead, and John was cut down, And time traded space in a battle of wills, And memories fade, and nothingness spills, And there never was I, and there never was you, And there never was us, and there never I do...

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Fifty Two Lines... You see my title and you smile. I am there for you, and you know it, The secret cobweb-thin invisible ink thread flowing from my master’s mind, Through my lines, My rhyme at times, Straight into the deep, forgotten recesses of that desperately thirsty spirit of yours Drinking and soaking and asking always one more cup of this sweet poison, Gallons of it, Oceans of it... Starting as always... or should I say almost always As the spell, At times, Flitters shrouded in intangible mysterious words with no apparent meaning... Yet, always always saying the very very same, Saying... My dear woman... You read the lines. I see flickering motions chasing my words, My lines, Counting them as you go on, Afraid they may end and knowing they will, Your blue pools hardly holding back the inevitable overflow, A worried finger smearing the first glitters all over your cheek, Your tongue gently wetting the gates to your eden, Looking for the message that you know should be there, Is there, Yet hides so deceivingly inside my unsaid words, Inside my master’s fantasy, This cave hiding the only treasure you ever looked for all your life And to which he entrusted the only existing key into your hands. You know you have to close your eyes, Keep on reading my lines without seeing them, Keep on feeling my words without touching them, Keep on listening to my tunes without hearing them, And only when you can do that, you know, The key fits the lock, the lock opens the gate, the gate closes behind you, Here you are, where you always wanted to be, forever. You close your eyes. You don’t touch. You don’t hear. And... yes, You can see. You can feel. You can listen. The gate starts to open. You step in. Wildest of the gentle nymphs riding tameless beasts to sleep, Fearless soft of hand and breast dragging light through fathoms deep, Fierce in love so tender rough cooling hell through whispers stream, Fury coiled in silken knots tying pain to passion dream, You’ve no right of world to be leaving barren legends land, Way return to fantasy, rhyming dance, and poet’s hand, Hang your smile across the sky leading lovers eden way, Set the breeze through fields of wheat sprinkled red with dreams of May, Gently blow your sighing breath through each morning’s early dew, Guide the sun, allow its warmth, light and hope, to seep through you... ...Look around, and see me there, stretch your hand... and pull me through...

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Fifty Two Words... Daylight gone, your cheek is warm, On your pillow Dies the storm, Propped against the wall I rest, Rubbing lipstick Off my chest, Tracing eyelids covered seas, Times they bellow, Times at peace, Trying in your dreams to sneak For one single Anguished peek, Is it me, your wounded lips Gently seek?

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Fifty Two Letters... blushing east, melting mist, glinting dew, godly view...                 ...rising you.

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Transparencies... I saw a little girl, Legs dangling over the water, Sitting on the pier, eyes closed, Letting the soft autumn sun warm her small face, Her skirt pulled up to mid thigh, Leaning back on stretched hands, Her long hair flowing down to the humid planks, Her shirt’s top button open letting in a glimpse of the beginning of a soft, round, small breast. I looked in closer, Joining the hundreds of shrieking diving gulls, All intent on trying to penetrate with their sharp eyes the thin shirt fabric, The transparent eyelids, The mist surrounding her thoughts... She didn’t see me, She could not, I was not there, I floated around her, Inhaled inside her lungs in long, slow, gentle motions, Exhaled through her small trembling nostrils in a flow of perfumed mist, Moving along the sharp thigh line, Imagining what lies at the end of the perilous journey, Diffusing myself through the shirt’s stretched thread mesh, Through the lace intricacies, Reaching the soft skin, listening to the low sound of left side thunder, Crawling unfelt round the smooth, proud, dormant femininity, Uplifted further on by the sea sharp salty smell to her listening ears, Trying to hum unheard of notes straight into her mind’s sense, Trying to draw pictures on the inside of her eyelids, Pictures of pink, and of blue, and of red, and of stars, and of upside down rainbows... And of dreams... She didn’t see me, I rushed my waves at the wooden pillars, Hitting them hard with a screeching rumble, Trying to break, to smash them, To drag them out and away and catch in my blue arms the falling child, The little dreaming woman, Washing away her sorrows, Melting away her salty tears in my immense salty liquid desert, Tasting them, Their pure transparent clarity, Their perfect shape, Their sizzling burning trace, Letting my undisturbed shapeless form penetrate with unasked for familiarity her most secret corners, Her most secret secrets, Her most intimate thoughts, Shaping the blue bed of our undeclared union, Our unknown past, unknown future, unknown tomorrow... She didn’t see me, While I was trying to warm her face, While trying to let the fire spread in her motionless hair, Sending whistling bullets into the raging wave crests ricocheting into the shadows underneath her palms, Wishing to let her hear me cry her unknown name, Through my mouth of fire, of rays, of light, Through my non existing voice, Bathing her in my dawn, in my dusk, in my candle glow, Reaching for her... She didn’t see me, Years, Hundreds of years, Time, timeless, All the nevers and none of the evers... Keeper of the time, Master of the rhyme, Kill my ever’s breath, Void my never’s death, Mould me in the bone, Grant me grief and groan, Just one moment long Off my wishes throng Let me touch the skin, Let me taste the sin, Let me look the eye, Let me ask the why, Let me smell the breath, Let me kiss... and death May my heart invest, At my lover’s breast...

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Words Unborn... I asked you – do you love me? You said – of course I don’t, I asked you – will you kiss me? You said – of course I won’t, I asked you – will you carry My ring till end of day?... You said – please touch my heartbeat And listen to my say... When love you ask – is what you mean Will I trade sanctity with sin, Will I accept my angel white To stain with one and single night, Will I embrace hell’s thousand mile For just a fleeting shade of smile?... When kiss you ask – is what you say Is burning coal paving my way, Is boiling blood attempt to part In tortured lands my caved in heart, Is leaping light from soul to lip My mangled soul venture to strip?... When ring you ask – is what you try To lock me in your patch of sky, To tie my finger to your chain, And pray me never free again, To weld my heart, to blind my eye, For ever after, you and I?... Oh naïve man, this all you can My feel for you in word of man To rhyme? Your ear then, close by me Approach, and leave through my eye see The unborn words make shape and form, The quiet depth through heart of storm, The feel of soul, the touch of mind, The sound of deaf, the sight of blind, The never fore, the ever aft, The steely soft of tender craft, The words that never will abound A love as mine to dress in sound, The sense that ever will decline To guess and taste the kiss of mine, The never was, the endless end, Your ring and I, through God’s smile blend...

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Winter Legend... When the sun winds are ruffling the naked tree branches, Chasing the last falling leaves on their spiraling dance down to a yellow rustling tomb, Stinging with cold yellow arrows the dead eyes of the sleeping ground hog burrows, When the grey sky hounds chase each other, Howling their anger in thunderous snapping barks and blinding flashes off electrified fangs, Shaking earth’s rugged skin into a convulsion of raging air migration, When the dead quiet of the birds deserted forest oasis Deafens the inner ears of poets in desperate search of inspiration flakes While rummaging through untold stories of life’s cruel torments... I am curling on the wet smoldering foliage, Yellow, striped green, dyed peeling brown, Hugging sweet bitter smells of decaying life to my chest, Thousands of small waterfalls pouring spiky ice fingers from the sky, Absorbed in my engulfing dementia, locked in the absolute quiet of my heart, Killing dead words into living incandescent sentences... Ululating fear and pain, Over frozen endless plain, Yellow eyes in darkness glint, Ebony spits sparks of flint, Valiance through night aflow Out of hidden depths aglow, Living sounds with darkness merge In the wake of magic surge, Pulling me with force unseen, To the land of never been... Winter flowers, So many of them on the frozen window pane, Hundreds, thousands, Long and sharp, short and round, thin and brittle, My eyes scanning the lines, the curves, the valleys, tasting the imaginary cold springs, Scanning, searching, looking for... There you are, the one and only winter flower, The one and only flower, You, Sparkling, dressed in the multi colored reflected sparks of the wavery candle light, Your corners so fine, so thin, so intricate, A master spider’s sculpted web thread in the kingdom of ice, Your perfection witness to witchcraft’s unguessed untold secrets of creation, Your heart gentle, timid, Your eyes covered by translucent eyelashes uncovering lakes of blue frozen into virginal white, Your fingers thin needles scratching at the thin frozen layer jailing them into immobility, Your skin white, white, white... You look up, eyes sleepy, dreamy, a baby awakening to life, to world, to undiscovered warmth, You smile at me, Your heart throbbing, Passionate, pumping molten ice through the iceberg seas of your awakening senses, Cold, frozen, flowing white blood through white walled channels in a white colored landscape, Stars hanging at the ends of your fingertips, Soundless words escaping your pale white lips, trying to reach my ears, Your pain, your joy, Your call for desire trying to escape the unforgiving frigid clutches of reality, I don’t hear you, I want to hear you, I scream for want of hearing you, I approach you, I listen, I think to start hearing the notes, the rhymes, the tinkle... And I hear the tinkle... And I see the twinkle, And I watch you cringe, And the thaw of fringe, And the mute despair, And the dimming stare, And the blue of eyes For a second cries, And my warmth of breath Is your bed of death... Oh, no, I hold my breath, I pull back... too late, The beautiful winter flower turns into a silvery drop, Pulling in its wings, and its transparent mane, and its reaching arms, Sliding slowly along the pane, leaving a diamond sparkle thread behind it, I reach out desperately, my finger blocking its path, Collecting it, Shivering with fear placing it at the corner of my eye, My tear drop, Frozen there, forever, Her heart throbbing no more, Her mouth smiling no more, Her voice, singing no more. When the sun winds are ruffling the budding tree branches, When the grey sky hounds change into white puffs, When the forest starts singing with the awakening chorus of thundering violins, I lie curled under the drying rotten foliage, Hugging dead dreams to my chest, My heart dead, My mind dead, And only at the corner of my unseeing eye, the glitter of one single forgotten frozen teardrop.

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Today, Today I Saw You For The First Time... She could fly, My God, could she fly... Spreading wide those alabaster tipped snow white wings, A few powerful flaps, And she was soaring into the clouds, Into the stars, into the sun, Chasing comets across the galaxy, Sneaking into their tails and carpeting the night skies with a shower of raining fire, Chasing angels in and out their kingdom, Playing hide and seek around the forests of heaven and the fires of hell, Showering the world with fiery sparks in kids’ sparkling eyes... She could smile, My God, could she smile... Opening wide those teardrop tipped topaz blue eyes, A few childish grimaces, And the smile was thunder rolling through the oceans, Through the forests, through the beasts, Seeding words in rhyming flower beds, Sniffing fragrances and breathing storms of inebriating verses, Seeding glory in awakening mornings, Flashing a symphony of white teeth through open gates of devastating crimson, Painting laughter in the world’s day, in the world’s life, in the world’s pain... She could love, My God... my God... could she love... Ripping wide open this fire tipped deep red heart of hers, A few flaps, a few smiles, And the flames started pouring, Gushing, cascading, Sweeping in a blazing torrent the pain into hope, The death into rebirth, Sweeping dams into nothingness and fortresses into dust, Breaking arrows in flight and feeding lovers God’s secret passion potion, Changing newborn’s first scream into a smile while world’s gates slowly open to life... My God, she could fly, My God, she could smile, My God, oh my God, she could love...

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Reversal... I am the master. I am the creator. I am the artist. With a trace of my pen, With one sentence, with a single word, with a thought – I build and destroy, Create and annihilate, Raise worlds from burning ashes, Smash stars to howling dust, Raise the dead and kill the living, Pour pain into heroes and let evil win, Or let evil die, Kiss life into fairies, Let fairies smile, let fairies fade, Let fairies lose their untouchable spell And enhance human magic... At my scribbled bugle call Ruthless armies raise and fall, Kings to hell at whim I send With my pencil’s sharpened end, Flowers bloom and seasons die, Dragons thunder, horses fly, Love I rhyme in lovers’ heart, Lovers bleed... and lovers part... You. Did I create you? Am I the master, the creator, the artist? I look at my pen’s end – it is blunt, Did I create you and then broke my tool of trade to not be able to change you? Or was it blunt already and you were real and the rest is my mind’s abuse of my spirit? Flowing ink invades the lines, Killing shards of hesitation stretched across my crumbling mines, Groping fingers strain for truth, As the words join into patterns necklaced round of riddle’s root, Senses fight a soundless war, Tendons stretch in steely struggle growling loud in muted roar, Patterns shape in crystal reason, Holding back while sudden quiet conquers spirit’s every season As an answer shyly reels... Yawing slightly, softly landing round my mind’s demolished hills... You existed. You were written. My pen touched you, And the ink started flowing into the pen, foaming, rumbling, Creating my arm, Creating my heart, drawing my veins, my body, Dyeing my soul with flashes of your thoughts, Mixing my dreams with flavors of your passions, Creating my self, Creating me. You are the creator. And you said – Be! And I am.

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Power... Little, tiny, frail of frame, Panting in the dying shadows, Fire torrents leave the sun Drenching desert’s wizened meadows. Rolling droplets down her cheeks, Tear through sweat her anger fuels, Glints of dreams her only wish, Fading scars her only jewels. Eyes she opens, back she looks, Boulder piles her body hosted, Weeds have marked the resting spots That to touch her body boasted. Long the trail her bleeding feet Marked across the endless journey, And the fury’s boiling up... Say my Lord, is this a tourney? Diamond hard the piercing stare, Arrows shoots the skies enflaming, Blending plea with grisly hurt, And its right to justice claiming. Say my Lord, nine mountains nine Up my path I climbed and scrambled, Broken fingers, broken bones, Broken soul, and on I shambled, Hounds of fear I lost way back, Moving on, not once to stumble, Sharing trail with devil’s own, Never once you heard me grumble, Foe and friend to run and hide, Losing trace of life’s tomorrow, Climbing boulder after rock Way and on to hide my sorrow, One a mountain, mountains five, Thorns and bramble bone deep grating, Burns the sun my tattered skin, Vultures roll in silent waiting, Lord, I’m tired, feel my chest, Now another mountain looming Can I stand another test, Can’t you hear my prayer booming?... Years and yesterdays so many, Hiding, crawling, hugging pain, Times and thousands nights if any, Asking none a favor's grain, King of kings, I beg of thee... All my aching fills three oceans, Tumbling skies tore through my wing, Hell’s damn hooks ride my emotions, Yield my yearning, pray thee king...     * * * Little, tiny, steel of mind, Up you stand, a godly flower, Courage rushes through your veins, You will win. You are the power.

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Tunes Three... What you tat brat sweet brat, Who you do, blue eye blue, Why you cry, sigh tear sigh, While you smile, wile me wile?... When you can, fan all fan, Which you reach, witch you witch, With your wit, sweet rough sweet, Where you stare, there here there...     * * * more like yes and less like no, more like stay and less like go, more like kiss and less like pain, more like miss you so again... less like time and more like wish, less like crawl and more like swish, less like drop and more like stream, less like crying in my dream...     * * * I saw this guy, his gaze transfixed, I swear he looked kind bit of mixed, And on his face a mighty smile, I guess as wide as half the Nile, A thousand miles away from you... Hey, you did promise to be true... I saw this crowd, a hundred thick, As mindless as a mound of brick, A frozen grin, I wonder why, With you way home, they in Hawaii... Hey, lady, how... hey shame on you, You did me promise to be true... I passed, just now, a teeming town, Past Timbuktu and way on down, I stopped my count at thousands ten Of smiley griny dreamy men, I wonder how the hell you do, And you did promise to be true... One million... oh, screaming hell, This killing look I know too well... This flying pan that hit my head... What? “...count your brain cells ‘s what you said?...” Ok... one, two... three? Did anybody say three?...     * * * Do you rock The Haley ‘Clock’, Devil’s brew For me and you, Roll and shout And twirl about, Skirt ahoy, Burning joy, Flying high...         Lay on my         Heaving chest         Your head to rest,         And let’s wonder if it was         Really you, and I, and us?... Have you missed The Checker ‘Twist’, Roll your bum More than some, Toss your hair, Scream like scare, Tearing holes In your soles, Rolling hips...         Touch your lips         To my mouth,         Sweetly pout,         And let’s dream as if it were         Really you and I way there?... Elvis’ ‘Sister’ Till you blister Dance with me, Gay and free, Ankles thin Kick and spin, Garters show As you bow And you stride...         To my side,         Take my hand,         Understand,         And imagine what would be         You, and I, and us, and we?... Do you do The Platters’ ‘You’, Moving so Softly slow, Breathless sighs, Gleaming eyes, Crunching fist Into grist, Shivers run...         Bodies one,         Bodies churn         Bodies burn,         And we know just what we missed         You, and I, who never kissed?...     * * * Midnight passed, invading gloom crawls across the quiet room, long the carpet’s trodden path, round the twitching snoring cat, darkness lingers drawers deep, rolls the gloom a lazy sweep, in his kingdom half world wide master, king, and no divide... Round a corner... thousand hells, what’s this sound of crystal bells, who has dared my stiff command break this far inside the land, what’s this flash of colored beams, what’s the meaning of the screams, how did humans dare the night stain with sparks of colored light?... On the floor, her eyes ablaze, mid a twinkling sparkling maze, sits a girl and claps her hands chasing gleams through narrow bands, running colors on the walls, rolling tiny fire balls, and her laughter blinding gem... happy, happy, happy am!...     * * * Our love is feeble, Compared to the shine of polished diamond it is only the dull reflection of an uncut dirty twenty carat rock waiting for a master’s hand to reveal it’s sparking entrails, Compared to the warmth of a burning furnace it is only the pallid glow of a ray of sun in a dark day waiting for the master’s hand to blow the clouds away, Compared to the strength of a sun burned rock it is only a truckload of raw earth waiting for a master’s hand to fuse it into a tingling sensation of strength, Our love is feeble, Like a twenty carat diamonds mountain, Like a twenty suns skyful, Like a twenty inch thick steel wire knot, Our love is feeble, easily bought, easily extinguished, easily broken. Our love is feeble, and we are the masters.     * * * little baby, don't you cry, no one there can tell us why, put your head across my chest, all your worries lay at rest, let me kiss away your tear, let me feel you soft and near, let me touch your cheek and curls, let me see your smiling pearls, and your breathing, and your sighs, and lets strike away the why's, in your ear a lullaby I will whisper, you and I...     * * * If I but could A sound compose To this my rhyme so weirdly odd, A tear would share The human way And the devil, and the God...

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The Oath... I mentioned "forever?..." You said "... and a day...", I asked "will you ever?..." You answered "...no way...", I whispered "if never..." You smiled "...stop your say, Forever, or ever, or never, or else, The magic of letters embroidered with spells..." I ventured "for all day?..." You sighed "...hushaby...", I tried "and if your way?..." You hushed me "...don't cry...", I muttered "with me stay..." You murmured "... good bye, Good bye to forever and never, and else, To dreams, and to magic, and wonders, and spells..." I listened to words bleeding paintings sublime, The question unspoken and hidden in rhyme, Imploring the knowledge of not having asked, The hurt of surrender so skillfully masked, The pride, and the pain, and the sacrifice hell... The smile of the sea on a summer day's spell... I listened to words, and I suddenly smiled, I reached in my chest, to the wondering child My heart in a fist with no shadow of wroth I offered and whispered my life's binding oath... "Forever, and ever, and ever, and else, To dreams, and to magic, and wonders, and spells..."

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Watching... Watching you sleep, in the deep ripe rich yellow wheat field of your hair, in the deep quiet hidden blue mountain lakes of your eyes, in the deep relaxed smiling white pearls necklace of your teeth... Watching you wake up, in the incessant butterfly soft flutter of your raising eyelids, in the incessant puppy lazy yawn of your grimacing face, in the incessant feline smooth arch of your stretching body... Watching you dress, hesitating endlessly between the silken underwear colors, hesitating contemplatively among the fingernail polish bottles, hesitating passionately amidst the inebriating pervading fragrances... Watching you make love. To me. scratching skin slices off my muscles like a demented tigress in heat, licking my bleeding wounds like a growling protecting mother bitch, undulating round my body like a shapeless slithering smothering snake... Watching you sleep. After. the shallow glens under your eyes drying saline streaks of tear leftovers, the pale field of your skin shaking off deeply entrenched drops of sweat showers, the hidden corner of your mouth refusing to part with a single last shapeless blood drop...     * * * I open my eyes. Waiting for them to close again. And then to watch you. Again.

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