Monday, March 20, 2006
Nightly Celebration
Lucent blue strokes, weave gemstones on the canvas that is me. You flicker color like a master; each poem secures a new star. Glimmering, sparkles of night sky moving, pulses and heartbeats increasing, breathing shallows. You touch me. Springs burst forth. New magic rises. Eyes dance, smiles...
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