Monday, November 24, 2008
In the shadow of a memory...
I n the shadow of memory I love you still. I was so young, so inexperienced, not knowing which clues to follow. And bold, excited words waited in the innocence, wanting to be spoken, unsure exactly of how. Your love was perfect art, never the same, liquid, changing with my feelings, my every desire, my every mood. You were my mythical prince: sheer elegance and grace never before defined, with luscious eyes, brown and inviting, yet private and elusive. And an intelligent man, your gaze brimming...
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