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What dreams these
Between thoughts insinuate
Your presence distracting
Each movement I notice
How you are sitting
Line of leg and calf
The constant wonderment
Of what you might be thinking
Drinking in your presence
A cocktail mix of beauty
Short hair falling wavy
Fine boned china of your face
A request to add colour
Bring forth passion red blush
Uplift your lips curling
A smile and to stare long
Discover eyes colour
Apart and together we
Share this journey brief
Of birth unto death
And all the jazz and blues between.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Dream Rift
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